"As you say, my lady."  He immediately spins and calls to his friends, striding off down the length of the table to make the rounds of those seated very far indeed from the head.  The ceremony of earlier made him seem uncomfortable, but revelry and carousing come naturally to him.  Galryn has an easy way about him, and by the time the sun is fully set, he's working his way back up the table by torchlight.