His eyes drifted upwards and away, pulling deep into his mind before he returned his gaze to Honore, just in time to see her second move with one of the sugared flowers. The lord's shoulders shook once, as though he was holding back a laugh or trying to restrain a bad twitch in his gut. His hand lowered, the man leaning back fully in his chair, back against the hard wood, his chin up, looking down towards the comtesse. An amused smile was back on his face once more, his ears ready to pick up the conversation between princes even as he focused upon the deligate from Goldspar.<br/><br/>"I hope you brought your hawk, I hear Anastaria has some magnificent hunting."