Haklo couldn't help but look around once more and notice the liveliness of the festivities and he took note of the things he saw. The teachers and the such, apparently other students that were seemingly showing off their powers. He looked away and then glanced over at the other side fo the table from him, at the she-elf that had been eating like a barbarian and seemingly taking a quite a bit of interest in him, even before she had to indulge a four eyed friend of hers. He made a note that she notice that he knew of her interest in him by looking at her with an arched eyebrow before returning his attention to Annabeth.
"Well, Lady Gulch, like my father before me and his father before that, I intend to use my abilities to further my family's hold on Port Slaughter, to keep the riff raff in check as much as possible. There is a reason why the Desol family have been in charge of it for so many generations" He said with a small hint of family pride. "I do not see the point of doing mere parlor tricks with such powers other tahn to waste the potential. Chances are that my father would tear my psyche apart just for thinking such a thing" he added, not exaggerating on the part about his father. "What about your brother? What sort of magic is he practicing?" he asked before he turned to the she-elf on the other side of the table. He was about to ask of the elf who had been staring at him would rather want to watch and stuff her face or join in but apparently she had already engaged in a conversation with someone, someone in black armor and mask. He also took note of their names, Auriel and Althanus. He took note on how they talked and his eyebrow arched when the man talked. He wasn't quite sure due to the mask but from what he could assume by his accent and way of speech, it was likely he was looking at a "kinsman" of sort, a citizen of Port Slaughter or at least grew up around those parts. He could be wrong but Haklo was good at guessing those sort of things. He also took note of his baring. Haklo assumed over confidence that may or may not be justly placed. The she-elf was obviously not dainty in any definition of the word it seemed. This is what he surmised in a few moments before he courtiously turned back to Annabeth, giving her a small apologetic bow of the head for ignoring her for the brief space of time.