He knew Elwyrr was just showing his... thoughts in the only way he knew how, but it still rankled his pride. He headed back to Blossom's home, and took a quick bath, making use of a couple spells to speed things up. Once he was cleaned up and dried off, however, he put on only his shirt, pants, and contemporary boots, before adding the breastplate, grumbling slightly as the boots still chafed a bit, but he didn't want to damage his combat/hiking boots. He grabbed a couple cold iron daggers, and put them on his belt, before slinging his sword across his back, and then putting his revolver with the rest of his armor.<br/><br/>Once at the meeting, he took his position beside the Queen, and then stepped forward to mingle at her gesture of annoyance at him doing his job. He gave the Court members the same courtesy as before, being polite but promising nothing, but information he was a bit more liberal with, sowing different stories to see who ended up with what stories by the end of the night, though far too many already knew about Sapphire and were curious as to how he had gotten such a unique dragon. None of her stories were the truth, most of them half truths at most, a couple outright fictions, but it helped to pass the time. Once he spotted Leanansidhe, however, he made his way toward her, and nodded a greeting, before getting to the point. "Evening ma'am. Intuition warned me about a possible challenge, so I prepared a fictional duel idea from back home. You might find it inspiring, if you wanted to hang around to watch something so barbaric as a mere duel."<br/><br/>Done with the seed planting for the moment, he retired to the edge of the Court, and simply watched, once again noting what colors talked to which, and how, trying to force some sort of understanding. It would help when he figured out which ones fed Tiamat information, and which were just boating and which actually feeding. If nothing else, it would keep him calm until the duel, not letting his excitement at actually fighting a Fae make him jittery.