Count Charles rose for a short bow as the Marquess addressed him. Benthworth was counted among the 'younger' Lords Eternal, but still a member of that most exclusive of groups, and Charles was wary yet glad the the man had chosen to speak to him. He wasn't quite sure if the Marquess's remark regarding his distant relation to the last Count of Adellan was a barb or not, but the smile at least<i>seemed </i>genuine. The two noblemen sat back down. "Thank you for the welcome; I hope to do justice to my duties. And I do agree that court life can be rather exhausting, while I cannot comment on your day being ruined, having no knowledge thereof." Charles waved over a footman to get the Marquess a glass of wine, should he wish it.<br/><br/>Ladies certainly can be bothersome," he added, thinking of his rather awkward encounter with the Duchess Karenine earlier that day. "Do you maybe wish to elaborate, my lord? I should be glad to listen awhile, if you so wished."