And then there was three. Jaren had risen with the leaving of each guest, excepting the hauling off of Deston. He gave the proper bow to the ladies leaving the table before retaking his chair, Princess, Baroness, or Comtesse, he showed the same level of deferrment among all three. He still had a slight smile upon his face, leaning heavily upon his left hand, his right picking at the roast before him, still eating tiny morsels at a time, delicately tearing apart pieces no bigger than one of his toes. He picked slowly, waiting as Prince Tansen and Prince Gavin tried to smooth things over.<br/><br/>"Sires... little is ever accomplished upon first night. We met, we feasted, we measured. Perhaps it is time to call it a good evening, and let the events settle in our mind. Unless you have such dire business that you seek to accomplish after our friends from Goldspar leave?" He spoke softly, his tone drifting as though his mind was not fully upon what he spoke. He popped a small morsel of honey cake into his mouth, swallowing slowly as he watched the Princes and the strongarm at the table.