For Pace’s part, he had to stifle a laugh at Nora’s return quip in light of the Winter Queen’s suggestive questioning. It came out as more of a derisive snort, and this time he did lay his hand down on Nora, his fingers kneading her upper thigh as his lips curled knowingly at the fairy women, “Oh, she’s tried,” he offered in rebuttal, eyes sliding to study to Nora’s face. “She’s not my type.”<br/><br/><br/>Fiora actually thrust out her lip in a pout when the Guardian’s words landed hard on her ears, creating a somewhat stormy disposition out of her version of feminine banter. No matter that she was trying to get a rise from all those at the table. Though she did turn her expectant stare on Remy, who had tactfully not risen to the occasion. The man raised his brow at the queen, then pushed himself up and out of his seat. He looked uncomfortable, as far as he could, but did remain stoic in the face of everything that was going down at the table.<br/><br/><br/>“Shall I wait until lunch has concluded, or would you like me to retrieve Mia from your daughter, my Queen?”<br/><br/><br/>That was his lot, after all. To serve. At first mention of daughter, though, James’ own hooded stare perked up to the stoneman, “Daughter?” His attention turned to Fiora, who once more looked bored that the flow of conversation was not turning more tense at her sexual jabs. “Which daughter, Fi?”<br/><br/><br/>The fae in a young woman’s clothing shrugged her shoulders, her attention moving to where the kitchens were tucked away in the back, pretending disinterest, “The one that has decided that humans are more fit than court life. She has survived this long, despite the brays of the wild hunt that had been sent after her, so I suppose she is content with being bored by all of this.”<br/><br/><br/>“So my daughter is with Zoey?” He demanded, fingers curling around Lane’s hand and squeezing his reassurance when she slid her hand in his. “And you just now decided to mention this?” Well, it wasn’t as if he expected anything less from the woman. Eyes rolling over to Lane, his lips. “That’s actually a little reassuring,” he mumbled off to the side.<br/><br/><br/>With Remy still waiting patiently for Fiora’s attention again, she waved him off as an absent minded thought. “Yes, go ahead. The girl is theirs to take so long as all parties uphold their end of the bargain…” Only she trailed off and perked up as the waiter returned carrying a platter on her shoulder with their plates steaming on top. Sitting up straighter, she clapped her hands together once, a smile breaking out across her face. “Oh, excellent! Just in time! Are you not hungry?”<br/><br/><br/>Fiora’s blue eyed stare wandered over to Lane. The question was posed as if Lane’s own question was a nuisance. For her part, the queen was in no hurry to end this awkward encounter, no matter that the others were ready to leave.<br/><br/><br/>Even Pace looked sidelong at Nora, then glanced at Remy, who was already turning to head to the door, “Do you want to go with him, or…?”