Flex. Relax. Twist would occupied. He knew this, but it didn’t stop the frustration from mounting. JC had waited. Sent letters. But still this unknown Kindred deserved priority. Begged acknowledgment. He could feel the anger building. Trying to justify killing the new comer. Killing them both.
Flex. Relax. He had time. All the time really. He’d put the theater visit out anyways for just such a purpose. To keep him safe. It made him angry that she didn’t come to him to say she had received his letter. At the same time, Twist had duties. Duties he would be rude to interrupt.
Flex, Relax. Move on. What else was here to do in court beside listen to rumor.
Flex,, relax. He knew what he had to do.
He bowed to the Hound. Priscus of the Daeva. Out of habit, because she had arrived first but also because he hoped to talk to her.
However, as the Prince descended, slit dress revealing her thigh to the… almost unmentionable, he bowed even deeper. And, like the Deva before him, held for a couple seconds. Trying to sort Domain rules from Invictus. Making sure he didn’t offend either.
Till at last he came close to the Prince.
“May I approach, your Grace?” he asked. More for courtesies sake than anything else. She could yell across the room if she wanted to hold a conversation that way. In many ways, he would have preferred it that way.