[He laughed. Ah, spoken like someone in the middle, but he knew in his heart that she was order. She was Seelie. As a designated Unseelie, he could only grin. War? Of course he knew. But to have one of both sides speak relatively civilly like this, was it not gaining advantage by seeking an accord?]

[Ah, but with that ring on her finger, he doubted she could comprehend, not with what she presumed to be her 'father' whispering brainwashing nothings in her ear.]

...Or perhaps they may be gauging who is an ally and who is not. As you are, I suppose you're a member of the Seelie court, are you not?

[Folding his arms behind his back, his eyes remained trained on the festivities. Look who became a fellow wallflower.]