The serpent snarls, aware of his company before the Bishop himself. The malaise of the blood still was in his veins, but his complexion at the very least had livened up - in the sense that he was no longer a freshly dug up corpse. His head slowly swung to find the woman his beast had alerted him of. His blank face stared for a moment and taking her in. It was a contrast to the show that was playing out before them, but that was a different matter entirely. A grin crossed the Lord’s face finally - time was catching up with thoughts. Whomever Hanna was, she had his attention rather than the figure occupying the Court floor.
”Of course, it would be my pleasure.”
A new face begged the question however,
”I don’t believe we have me, Arturo Garcia, Bishop of the Lancea et Sanctum.”