Such a boiling intensity off this one. Lawrence smiles. By the look on the Asian Haunt's face, he'd interrupted indeed. He tips his head politely, despite the smile.
The Shadow silently thanks his Maker for lacking the need to inhale - the Haunt Priscus in close proximity might singe the inside of his nostrils. Her intuition is on the nose, though. The Reeve has arrived. Even as Taft reigns back on his Beast's desire to hide, she does something unexpected. If the empty chair was a statement, her move is a proclamation.
Whatever family matters his initial targets had to settle, the former Reeve is a far more interesting. He takes a few steps back as Takeda breaks away, and waits his turn as Cynthia offers her respects. Only when an opening appears does he make his own move.
Stepping to a respectable distance from the chair, Taft bows down with both hands open and upturned. Rising, his heavy gaze falls on the Savage Prince. Her posture suggests a disinterested confidence. There could be far worse attitudes to project.
"Your Highness. It would seem you've increased in stature since last we spoke. I wish you well." A takeover without violence. Or, at least, without any violence Taft had seen. However, his interest on the matter would have to wait. Here he is in front of the Domain's new ruler. Respect is far more important than intrigue. "My knowledge is yours to use as you see fit." He then backs away to make room for the next. He's brief, but his desire to know hasn't abated. No doubt he'd relish the chance to speak with the new Prince. Just not tonight.