The noble arched a brow and glanced down at Fey's smaller form as she mentioned a title.  his lips quirked briefly.  "You already tried to sweet talk me into carrying a lantern... and now a torch, too?  I'm really not one fond of light, I should point out."  He offered, but almost immediately Mara grabbed up the torch, so that settled that.<br/><br/>Turning back, he watched as the bucket slowly went back up afterwards.  "Well, here we are."  He breathed out, calming himself with a deep breath.  He was not about to let the rest of them make him look bad.  He would be calm.  Collected.  Serious.<br/>