Jacque adjusted his tie as he made his way down the stairs of the Nox and around the corner to the offices for the members of the Court. Eyes lingered on what used to be his door. Even though the detachment was a simple consolidation of power and not some kind of failing, he couldn't help but succumb to the Lordly disappointment the loss of the authority caused. The next door he arrived to was his next personal challenge he sought to overcome.
He held no ill will towards Alice, it simply felt like accepting her presence and position meant acknowledging her predecessor was truly vanished from the city. As hard as it felt to forget the strange relationship, it was time. He took a moment to fiddle with his cufflinks and adjust his Rolex and then rapped at the door.
For all the time he spent meticulously making sure each part of his wardrobe was flawless, he couldn't help but wonder if the gesture was wasted on the blind Seneschal. Maybe her pet relayed the details at some later time? Who knows... and honestly it wouldn't really matter since it was an old habit of his that would die hard.
Once acknowledged he enters and greets Alice with a bow of his head, "Good evening Seneschal Hart. I hope it finds you well." One source of anxiety down: he didn't slip and say York.
Jack is sporting an outfit similar to his profile pic