For a long moment, Cross grits his teeth, dealing with the protests of his Beast when confronted by Emma's more potent blood.
But then he chuckles, a dry and rasping sound, at her description of his costume. "Yes, I guess it is a little scandalous..." He concedes with a shrug and then motions for her to follow him to a quiet corner of Court. Less for privacy than comfort. Nothing can truly be private in this den of monsters. He positions himself so he can continue to watch the proceedings, his eyes occasionally finding a certain, dancing couple...
"I spoke with Lady Seneschal Stamford concerning your offer to provide assistance in matters concerning the domain," he says once she's joined him. "And she mentioned during our conversation that you once served as deputy. Is that correct?" As is his way, the Burned Man moves directly to the matter at hand. No need to dance around the topic.