“Thenk ye, th' pleasure is mine,” Wil replied with another bow, motioning towards Jonas’s chair with both hands as he did so. Once it was clear that Sir Jonas was taking his seat Wil then stood up and glanced around the room. It was proper at that point for him to make eye contact with the other assembled noblemen and women, and so he did – nodding politely to each in the process.<br/><br/>While glancing around the room his eyes found Elisabeth again and he froze. His smile faded and his eyes widened slightly as if caught by surprise. Her bright blue eyes and golden hair made her stand out visibly from the assembled company and one moment turned into two. Will blushed as he forced himself to turn away. As he sat down again low conversations among the assembled guests started up again.<br/><br/>Philip gave him a disapproving look before turning away to pull some meat off of the chicken in front of him with his bare hands.<br/><br/>Wylyam began eating at that point, too, smiling to himself. It felt wonderful to have been given the honors typically afforded to a man of his father’s station. Despite the challenges that stood between him and the inheritance of his father’s title, in that moment at least it was fun for him to play heir apparent. Also – for whatever reason – still he couldn’t stop thinking about Elisabeth. He began to formulate a plan for later that evening. Perhaps when his master was in conference with Sir Jonas Wil could 'accidentally' cross paths with her innocently enough and strike up a conversation.