Florian could see the tensing and quiet surprise whenever he came a bit too close. So far there had been no outward comments towards him or his attendance, but after the lost argument in the cab, he was at least trying to be on his best behavior. It was difficult, but not impossible, for Florian to hold his tongue. Anton's request that he be introduce rose some suspicions, though. Had the man not seen him, or was he an odd progressive Zaichaeri who happened to also be a rich asshole?
He took the champagne and with it, a little sip. It was a far cry from anything else he'd ever had, but bars in the Knob weren't known for their delicate drinks. With any luck, he could get just intoxicated enough that he didn't entirely regret coming to the party only to be quietly gawked at when they thought that neither Angevin nor Albrecht were looking. But, much like his first meeting with the Dornkirks, he felt some power in what his presence wrought. He was there, after all, and it would be impolite to outwardly imply he shouldn't be.
He wasn't surprised when the Dornkirks showed up. Brenner hadn't acknowledged him as far as he could see, but Stefan had gone so far as to acknowledge him directly. He was unsure of what sort of impression he had made on the brothers, but it must not have been too terrible on Stefan's part. He seemed curious, if anything. Florian briefly wondered if Stefan's behavior would influence anyone else's. He disliked the fact that he cared, but he also didn't want to be an embarrassment to Eitan, who it seemed had enough to compensate for. He wasn't sure how to acknowledge the Dornkirks, and so he simply inclined his head towards Stefan, and did the same for Brenner.
And then he noticed Thysbae. So it seemed he was not the only Lysanrin at the party, and the fact gave him some small comfort. Whether Thysbae would notice him or not, he made no effort to seek out the man. In their case, two was a crowd. His attention flashed back to their new arrival, Anton Michaelis. The reason for the party. Florian certainly had no idea how to address him, or how to respond to his own introduction to the man. He just had to wing it, he supposed.
"It's a wonderful party, sir. Congratulations." He spoke softly, and kept his speaking. He saw the smile that Eitan had on his face, and he had spent enough time around the man already to know it held more than it seemed. After he addressed Anton, however, he looked back at Angevin, searching for any semblance of approval.
He took the champagne and with it, a little sip. It was a far cry from anything else he'd ever had, but bars in the Knob weren't known for their delicate drinks. With any luck, he could get just intoxicated enough that he didn't entirely regret coming to the party only to be quietly gawked at when they thought that neither Angevin nor Albrecht were looking. But, much like his first meeting with the Dornkirks, he felt some power in what his presence wrought. He was there, after all, and it would be impolite to outwardly imply he shouldn't be.
He wasn't surprised when the Dornkirks showed up. Brenner hadn't acknowledged him as far as he could see, but Stefan had gone so far as to acknowledge him directly. He was unsure of what sort of impression he had made on the brothers, but it must not have been too terrible on Stefan's part. He seemed curious, if anything. Florian briefly wondered if Stefan's behavior would influence anyone else's. He disliked the fact that he cared, but he also didn't want to be an embarrassment to Eitan, who it seemed had enough to compensate for. He wasn't sure how to acknowledge the Dornkirks, and so he simply inclined his head towards Stefan, and did the same for Brenner.
And then he noticed Thysbae. So it seemed he was not the only Lysanrin at the party, and the fact gave him some small comfort. Whether Thysbae would notice him or not, he made no effort to seek out the man. In their case, two was a crowd. His attention flashed back to their new arrival, Anton Michaelis. The reason for the party. Florian certainly had no idea how to address him, or how to respond to his own introduction to the man. He just had to wing it, he supposed.
"It's a wonderful party, sir. Congratulations." He spoke softly, and kept his speaking. He saw the smile that Eitan had on his face, and he had spent enough time around the man already to know it held more than it seemed. After he addressed Anton, however, he looked back at Angevin, searching for any semblance of approval.
