Flint's easy going smile slipped away as he watched the nobles dance about. He would be lying if he said he did not hate them. Very few nobles deserved the power, or wealth given to them, and to Flint he was simply proving a point. To whom the point was to be made to was unclear, but none the less. As she spoke, he reached into his jacket pocket and fiddled with a coin, twirling it between his fingers. He could feel the faint magical connection stored with in, waiting patiently for use, and closed his fist around it tightly. He looked back to Alma and that charming smile was back as he shrugged at her. "They are fools. They thrive off the hard work of those in their care, and act as if they should be hailed for their grace and power. What does it matter if I take a small trinket here or there? Besides, this is a party, and I am doing what I find fun." He chuckled, and pushed off the wall. " Will you give me away, Miss? I mean it is, after all harmless fun."