Watching the incoming nobles, though most of their number are at least making the attempt to control the more violent urges warrior cultures are known for, Gerrard's eyes are drawn not to those with the greatest self control, but the slender young woman he has heard much about. A hellion in human form, despising men in all forms who would seek to taste of her outside of marriage or at least to dowse the burning desires in themselves with her. Their eyes meet, as he gives his normal smile, he finds himself wondering what she will be like if the proposals of peace go the routes of bindings by blood rather than mere highly unlikely trade and cultural agreements.<br/><br/>After meeting her unflinching gaze, Gerrard's eyes flicker across the rest assigning names to faces with hopeful accuracy, he waits and watches his smile but a cover for the ruthless wolf underneath his pale skin and blond hair. He waits now, contemplating what will happen now with a warrior to be bound, he finds himself wanting to test himself upon her and take her as no man  has or could do.