Quentin smiled thinly, even as his head turned from the foul scene. Beyond getting rid of a disgusting and unwelcome business rival, he'd proven Zoey's loyalty. Not genuine loyalty perhaps - she acted through fear - but a good enough start.<br/><br/>He moved to where she had curled up and put his fingers lightly to her shoulder in what could almost pass as a tender motion. "Good girl. Go to the kitchen and eat, then await me in my room. Try to look a little more presentable by then, won't you?"<br/><br/>He stood and addressed the room. "Someone clear the mess. Matthias, shall we go to the drawing room?" The other noble didn't reply, but the two nobles retreated that way, their conversation already turning to the city's social scene. Zoey was left alone, with the otger, stunned servants trying to work out what to do with Stayan's body.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>