For a moment he seemed as dour as the rest of the mourners until he too joined them in belted out laughter. It felt just like old times again. After that adventure that he had trying to win the right to marry his princess, Hamish was just happy to once more get the opportunity to hang around with the old guard staff that he always served with.<br/><br/>Hungrily he drank that blood, feeling better after he went so far as to lick the goblet completely clean. "At this point, just call me Hamish." He smirked, showing his fangs in the process and now seeming totally uninhibited at this point.<br/><br/>Then, however, he got stopped by his best friend, who pushed him down. "Alright, I'm not into those superstitions, but if it will make you happy, then I might as well go with it."<br/><br/>Soon enough, he eyed Darrak and tried to lean in as though he were asking to pass a secret. In a way, well, he actually was. "Tell me, have you seen how she looks yet?" Technically he hadn't asked the other what she was wearing, so Hamish figured that it wasn't against the rules. He had a feeling that Darrak was going to tell him to knock it off anyway, though.