Draiss grinned as he listened to the roar of the crowd, and offered the crown back to the Emperor with a jaunty grin, before meeting the gaze of the one person not celebrating, making sure to remember him. If anything happened, like assassins, it would be from that one. He jumped off the stage, and gratefully shrugged out of the robes, revealing his 'formal' silver and black silk shirt and pants. He danced with a number of the more voluptuous requestees, though he did make sure to spend a good majority of his time with Tysinni.