He nodded to the half elf, and watched him go, before returning to simply enjoying the sway, ebb, and flow of the crowd below. He found it amusing that for all their supposed superiority, they didn't really have that much to differentiate themselves from the mortals that worshiped them. At the sound of laughter, he looked up, and grinned when he saw one of his mentors, waiting for her to finish the joke before sending a wordless invitation to join him when she was done. He figured she would have thought of a dozen jokes about him at his expense, but he rather liked her. Her jokes usually would have some insight to the question posed, even if it was a sarcastic bent. He did move Aviendha off of his lap when he spotted Hlal, so that she wasn't inelegantly splayed on top of him. No sense giving her easy targets.