Shame we can't all shake our Beasts for a night and make nice, thinks Konrad as he notes the sour expression Chris gives him. Ah well, he'll get over it...I hope. Nonetheless, Konrad removes the uninvited arm and stands equidistant to the Incubus and Shadow. At least he can hear more of the conversation now that he's a part of it.
"No kidding? A journalist? I've got a friend of sorts who's trying to make it in that field. I've never been the creative type myself, unless it came to improvising." The mention is directed towards Chris, though he can see why the man got along with Juan. Intellectuals and artisans. Like the Seneschal, an eternity to perfect and gather skill and knowledge. Konrad would be hardly a match in conversation if it came to high brow sophistry.
"Hey, good for you, Cordoba...wait, Heirophant?" Where has he heard that term before? It escapes him as he looks to Chris curiously. Chris had said before during their poker game that he had once resided in the Domain. To think that he has a title said much about the respect that went with it. The confusion fades as he masks in with a warmer smirk and quiets his voice so as not to carry far. "Well I doubt her eyes would say as much to me. Though it looks like Edwin's taking a gander now."
Looks like Edwin is hoping to get his Yang on tonight. Sure has good taste.