It was a force of habit he was not going to easily break. Driscoll forced himself to look up, but he couldn't do it for long and glanced away. However he replied, "I am not here to enjoy myself and I am not. I am not used to such high nobility, I have no idea what I am doing anymore. Its easier to please a commoner who is grateful for whatever pleasures he had, but these people are bathed in luxuries and are so picky..." He sighed, clasping his hands behind his back.<br/><br/>He shuffled from foot to foot nervously. She could be playing games with him. She could be expecting the honeyed answer and use his answer as leverage against his case. So many possibilities that could be in play. "I am not to their tastes. They don't even speak to me. They look, but they are not pleased with what they see...I think...unless they are waiting for an more opportune moment and use it to their advantage and my humility."<br/><br/>It wouldn't be the first time. A client that had hired him for a party before had waited until dinner to make him climb onto the table and strip down to nothing. He and another consort ended up being the main course.