JC stood to bow as the officials entered. Even if he couldn’t sense the Seneschal’s or the Reeve’s taint he knew it was there. And Alessadra’s presence more than infected his mind with feelings and desires sprung from dangerous beauty so that it was al too easy to imagine all three beautiful women bearing down on him with delicate, pale, or tattooed fingers turning to claws.
He sat a little while longer. Listening. Processing. Sifting meaning, feelings, interpretations and the sources of all that. It didn’t calm him per say but it helped settle the worst of it into the back of his mind. Let him better focus on Court without those voices drowning out everything else. He returned Dirt Nap’s nod and gave one to his cousin, Mable, as well.
“Good evening Seneschal Hart,” he greeted the Wraith standing again as she addressed him. Her look was modern and though he noted her trousers still allowed for range of motion. Except for the stilettoes (which could be kicked off easily enough) they were definitely clothes you could fight in while looking good. Even blood couldn't mare the white of her pale rosen lipped smirk, he found himself disturbed to think. “How are you this evening? Would you like a seat?” he offered gesturing to the nearby leather seats and couches he had stood from.