"Why, thank you..."
Anatole began shortly before he was all but engulfed by the gorgeous Telluric. One might have heard the burned dwarf squark as he experienced just how strong Titania Vincent mantle had become. He was blushing by the time the Fairest's embrace had ended and moon dust would glitter in in his beard for the rest of the evening.
"No, I am not. My hair always seems soft. Has done ever since I escaped the forge where I was worked."
Anatole whispered back with a smile and cunning arch to his bushy brows. He sighed, looking at the scattered provender and then shrugged.
"I can tell you've been getting stronger. Must have taken a lot of focus to attain that."
The wizened ran his eyes over the Fairest's lovely form; they were not so crass as to linger, instead they switched back to watch as a rose budded in her hair and swivelled to watch a puff of moon dust dissipate across the ground. He turned slightly as Sonnie Wu made her announcement, chuckled, bobbed his head in the Beast's direction.
"This is indeed your Sovereign's night. Your Court has done a marvellous job and I'm quite envious."
He didn't let his compliment linger and focussed his gaze on Titania once more. His voice grew more serious.
"I have secured our finances."