Crouching before the entrance to the Court, Alexander wondered if it would be rude to ask if they could raise the door frame another foot or two. Pulling himself to his full height he gazed about the room, smoothing down his black suit as he realized he knew far too few faces within the small crowd that had gathered so far. Reigning in his Beast as it tensed and whined at the harsh weight its betters, and containing the pull to tear at all those lesser. Moving slowly through the Court, Alexander tried to spy those he shouldn’t offend. He didn’t have to look long, the Prince was always a beacon of power and beauty that readily drew the eye.
“Your Grace” Alexander says, softly enough that he doubts anyone could hear, but it’s good to stay in practice lest he reproduce the mistakes of others. He bends at his hips and bows low to the Prince.
“Seneschal Hart, good evening” Speaking louder to her as he bows, taking care to not let the bow go as low as the one he gave the Prince.
“Priscus Hazelton, good to see you again” Another bow, and Alexander gives her a small grin as he rises.
“Priscus Durant” Upon seeing her by the piano he gave her a small bow, barely pulling her name from his memory. Upon seeing Dirt Nap he offers him a short nod. His long stride brings him over to the piano, quietly wondering if there will be some sort of entertainment for the night besides the company of his Kin.