Connal stood his ground as the Unseelie princess stepped into him, and he eyed her carefully.  She had a way with words, to be sure, and he couldn't help but smile.  Until she mentioned Dawn, that is.  She was bold to imply what she had, regardless of how accurate it may have been.  Connal was certainly not pleased to see his princess chatting and cavorting with such lesser creatures, but such was the way of things.  He did not have to like it, but he did have to abide it.<br/><br/>The tension was faint in his features, but visible to a discerning eye; Connal had never been good at hiding his feelings.  "As you say, princess, there is nothing to be worried over.  I expect everything to go quite smoothly."  Connal glanced sidelong to see Kenzy slipping out of sight, and he wondered at her momentarily.  Turning his eye back to Aria, he found himself wondering even more.  She was lovely, by any standards, but she was Unseelie to the bone.  Dark and manipulative, she was certainly planning something even now.  What could she expect from him?  Leaning in just a hair closer, he regained his polite smile and spoke softly.  "I suspect it would be an exhilarating experience to be entrenched in your devious machinations, my comely Aria, but I will not be a part of such improper behavior this evening."  Glancing over her head, he turned a rueful eye on the pair dancing so closely.  "Perhaps you should speak with Roarke.  He seems exceedingly amenable to such things.  You'll have to wait your turn, of course."