Sir Baldwin turned to face the corpulent gentleman with the swagger stick who had come forward to welcome him so graciously. He had apparently been recognized, by the ring, no doubt. His eyes cast down for a moment at the stick, wondering if it had been approved to be brought into Elysium, and then back up just north of between Mister Thorne's eyes.
"Mister Thorne, it is a pleasure to meet you. Thank you very much for your invitation. I look forward to attending." He smiled politely. It did little to cut away the Menace's aura. Every interaction between Kindred had a formula, and he sought to carry it out. While Mister Thorne knew him, he did wish to provide him with his appropriate title. "Sir Peter Baldwin, Knight of the Most Honourable Order of the Thorned Wreath. I trust you will accept my apology and understand that I mean no slight whatsoever; as a rule, I do not shake hands."
There were Kindred who could do all manner of concerning things to people who they touched. It was simply prudent.
He lowered his tone to one of quiet interest. "That is a most excellently crafted cane you have there, Mister Thorne. Is it commonplace for canes to be permitted in Elysium in Sacramento?"
That was as much of a concern as the Knight would communicate. If the Keeper found it to their displeasure that someone had a long, wooden object in Court, then that would reflect ill upon the First Estate.