As his eyes followed the indicated figures, he took careful evaluation of each. "Ah, of course. Deneith and Wynarn. Good to see some societal equals. Any plans for infiltration, or is this merely an observational escapade?" Eyes lingered once again, perhaps evaluating but more than likely with lecherous intent on Haydith. He chuckles to himself when she looks back at them, as if sensing his leer. "Hmm... Alzy?" His mind had taken a complete leave of itself, going back to previous topics. "Or maybe just V... or any manner of common endearment." The personal ranting continues in Elven, any of a number of words akin to "honey, dear, sugarbritches" or their Elven equivalents muttered as possible names for Alezae. From time to time in his musings he takes a bite of the cheeses he had acquired, with appreciative noises and sips of wine to follow.