It was a very long minute, his eyes on hers, the same stubborn refusal to flinch that had let him blindly engage a tank with only a smoke grenade for cover and a commandeered RPG launcher. But while he was looking this 'opponent' in the eyes, he knew she needed him for something no one else here could do, so he figured he would get a bit of latitude. He relaxed a tiny bit, the parade rest had been a good deal tighter than it had been, and relaxed, though he kept his hands well away from the few proper weapons on him without actually appearing to. That he had the Queen's approval would at least keep him alive until the ceremony, though the female beside her, he guessed the Princess, still refused to make any indication of her thoughts on him. That his eyes were level with her collar bone likely had something to do with that though.<br/><br/>He simply gave her a quarter bow from the waist, a polite show of her 'dominance' without admitting that she was actually in charge of him, he hoped, though he didn't turn until she nodded. He planned to stay near either her or Blossom, and try to get what information he could before retiring at near midnight, the cat nap would get him that far and sleeping from then to dawn would get him as ready for the trials as he could. He couldn't stop a twitch, as he realized that he was going to be playing politics, something he privately detested. He just went to his old standby for that though, promise nothing, and keep his opinions to himself unless directly asked, and if he was, phrase them in as neutral a way as possible.