After several minutes and a pair of drained mead steins, Fionn had calmed down from his earlier state of annoyance. A slight smirk played over his lips as he rose from his chair, the alcoholic beverages providing him with a renewed energy to mingle with the surrounding nobles. And mingle he did, flirting coyly with various maidens, giving the fat nobles hearty claps on the back, when his eyes fell upon Aria, the Unseelie princess. He smirked confidently, and moved to within earshot of her conversation with Connal.