His painting was there, as promised, and the crowd gasps in surprise. There's a moment of silence, as they study it, before one person starts to clap, politely; if he takes the time to find the individual, he'll notice that it's Elwyrr. Others join in, and soon most of the Court is clapping in appreciation; it's not wild, stand-up applause, but it's more than simply being polite. The Lady smiles, and moves over to kiss Caiaphas gently on the cheek. "In return, I bequeath to you the Gloves of the Falcon," she says, with a smile, handing him what look to ordinary senses like regular falconer's gloves, but to senses attuned to magic, they glow with power.