Vytheril's head had perked up, respectively quiet through out Carmilla's exchange as his weathered expression came to meet the woman's gaze as she waved over to him. He was fighting a battle in his mind in practicing infidelity, but Carmilla wasn't the person to say no to and he definitely wasn't in the position to deny the woman's request.<br/><br/>As he pondered in his mind through this issue, his outward appearance would have him still remain the same. Stoic, and a soft gaze for those who looked at him. Not submissive, but a look of calm acceptance and understanding of his current dilemma.<br/><br/>Vytheril didn't hesitate when Carmilla waves him over. Stepping out of the side of the room while exchanging a brief glance to the figures at his right before turning back to Carmilla's exposed side from where she stood. His hands remain clamped together in front of his body in their black gloves, occupying the empty space alongside Carmilla as he turned to glance at the woman, offering a smile.