She looked perfectly conspicuous when he came out to gather her. His beloved prisoner was as happy about their matching clothes as any captive was to wear similar colors as her warden. She was more sour than afraid now, but he knew well how to put the fear back in her, when he had the taste for that. Instead he'd escorted her out, and she'd been quiet. He supposed whatever she'd found in his room would give her comfort for now. Better she be pliable and somewhat quiet when they were going to have dinner, anyway.<br/><br/>She even spoke to the oldest of the Geslack children. Engel smiled at that and laughed at her little insult. What beautiful table manners. "I should bring you everywhere." he said just as Merci came along. She saw what was going on already, he'd trained her eyes on this kind of thing, and she wanted to play immediately. "Merci." he greeted and stood for her, wrapping one arm around her after having bent down. The hug was short but tight. The littlest sister and proverbial brother of the Geslack House were famously close.<br/><br/>"Yes, this my future wife, Lyra Bremmington." he said and touched her arm that held none of the cold of her magic, but all of the ice of her hatred. Lyra might be able to sense some tension in Engel, then. He had great confidence in his abilities, and didn't think too much of his prisoner as it was, but it seemed he was a little weary letting his sister close to the potentially dangerous woman. He let Merci be between them, though, as he sat down, but he reached beyond his sister to hold Lyra by the shoulder. It could be affectionate, as he liked to be asinine, but more likely it was to be able to control her if she leaped.<br/><br/>Engel had his other elbow on the table and rested his chin on his palm, drumming his jaw with his curled fingers as he took in the scene of her sister's malice. He was being a little like the cat, teaching its kitten about the mouse. "And we can associate with them if..." he leaned in closer, so only the three of them could hear. "they put out." he said and gasped dramatically as he looked accusatory at Lyra. "She won my heart with her hips, Merci. They're shameless over there."<br/><br/>He kissed Merci's head and then carefully placed her at arm's length away from Lyra, where she could continue her mocking, but be safe enough that he could bring her out of harms way if the Bremmington tried anything. "Truth be told, I think Lyra here had it out for me for a long time. She waited for me in the garden. Didn't you, Lyra?"