Beside her he stood respectfully. Her gentle voice and the content it carried gave him hope for the evening. The smile stuck to him as he answered her, "Such cordiality, I am grateful to receive your kindness. I am well, complacent in my affairs for the moment. To think that my Requiem could bear such fruit the likes of which I could not achieve as a mortal shell." Of course Chase would not admit that he was never quite content with what he had, but so long as everything fell within his plans he was satisfied. "And what of you, gracious lady, how do you fare?"