The decor on this evening seems to accentuate the privacy afforded by the corners of the club. The one Taft leads his kin to seems to embody this - the dark satin couch adorned with dark wood amid sparse lighting seems... appropriate.
"I did say we should exchange ideas before, didn't I? Let the Prince and Prisci handle the new arrival." His mouth twists into a dark and ironic smile. "And perhaps you'd like an explanation for my behavior." An explanation doesn't seem to be immediately forthcoming, though. He seems content to let her ask.