Driscoll noticed the Queen's approach and he bowed deeply and immediately reverted to putting his eyes to the floor. It was no problem to put his mouth shut at this point, no one was speaking to him either way. It felt more like he was being ignored than anything else. He supposed it was better this way. Small talk was never a thing for him, post coitus talk though...<br/><br/>From what he saw before averting his eyes, the Queen was dressed less risque than she was for the parade. He was rather grateful. He would never understand Drow fashion and the need to bare skin. The uncovered flesh and the sheer fabrics where beginning to take their toll on him.