From the opposite end of the great hall, Fionn could make out Dawn, the princess he was sworn to protect, dancing with the king of the Slaugh! His hand tightened around the wine glass he held ever so slightly, but he stood his ground. He had learned from his earlier transgression; tonight was not the night for old prejudices to come to light. It was then that he took note of Roarke, who appeared to have managed to strip an unseelie handmaiden to her unmentionables, and in that moment, all of the frustrations, all of the anger he had felt previously that evening dissipated immediately, as the second in command of the Seelie guard let out a laugh, then another, then clapped a hand to his mouth and turned his back to the crowd, doubling over with silent peals of laughter.