JC seemed frozen for a time as he caught sight of the Prince. Even, in this place of neutral ground. Even having gotten more familiar with her beauty and the danger that tainted it’s every aspect. The fear of the Beast caught him and it was, for several terrifying seconds all he could do to not flee. His jaw and one fist clenched, until he finally forced himself to bow despite his mind howling in protest not to. He hoped the moment hadn’t lasted as long as it felt.
Even with the seductive entrance of Twist in full regalia and his bow to her. Even knowing what he knew about the Archon and how powerful she was. It wasn’t what the Beast knew due to the Mask she wore. And he couldn’t help but try to keep Alessandra in the corner of his eye at instinct’s behest.
At last, painfully with blood still roaring in his ears, he turned back to the conversation at hand.
JC exit to Near the Chess Table