He snorts in amusement, before shaking his head. "No, I do not believe we have. I am Draiss."<br/><br/>He caught her as she stumbled slightly, as a much more drunk noble nearly knocked her over, and he pulled her closer, before nodding to one of the doors to the side. "Perhaps we should evacuate before we get trampled. This crowd would do a bull credit."<br/><br/>He couldn't help but notice that she had firmly pressed one of her breasts against his side, and one hand was stroking his thigh, though he knew that she was ready to celebrate her husbands death, a malicious bastard that had mistreated her as much as he could. He kept one hand around her waist, steadying her, as they finally managed to slip out of the room, and he kissed her neck.