Alma quickly covers her mouth for a moment to hide a smile.  "Well thank you I pride myself in my intelligence," She replies to his compliment after she regains her serious expression.  She must take a deep breath to avoid a chuckle when he hits Lord Monrova right on the nose.  "My lord just likes to be... heavily advised," she mutters and rolls his eyes.  Yes, advised in just about every aspect of his life.  He is a simple, cheery man, but one could certainly call him a fool.  "And sometimes that includes things like sock color choice and tea time snack selection," she adds, internally groaning as she realizes she will likely be making all the large decisions when organizing his son's wedding.  She just sighs and leans back against the wall as well.  "Well, nothing glaring gave you away.  You're very discreet.  However, it seems I am just as observant as you are sly, so I just notice when suddenly a ring disappears from a lady's hand and ends up in your jacket.  A clever one you are, no one else would have noticed the missing belongings until they returned home, if at all," she explains, watching as nobles mindlessly chatter and dance.