Nadia managed to keep a straight face through Nathaniel's compliments, hands clasped behind her back with a smile. Her green eyes studied her new employer and the older Lord's friendliness with the young Gawyne, curious and entertained.
Caius grinned lopsidedly when the older Endor placed a hand on his back, "Lady Krome, eh? I have my pretty face shoved in too many books these trials, for I seem to have missed that news. Congratulations."
Looking to Nadia at Humphrey's compliments, he nodded in agreement,
"My father's put us at an interesting disadvantage to offer his goodwill by someone as talented as Miss Harwyn,"
He mostly teased, but agreed with the other man's sentiments, "But he trusted my judgement when I suggested that we could be of assistance to not only your House, but Rynmere as a whole—"
The young Gawyne chuckled, not bothering to embellish the written conversation between himself and the Baron Frederick. Unlikely situations had allowed the northern noble unlikely insights into Nathaniel, and he was confident that his choice of architect would serve the other man well,
"—oh, for me? Bogs, that's kind."
Caius accepted the wrapped present and opened it with eager interest. The mask inside was striking, made from paper mâché book pages by the looks of it, and the printer's diri grinned, looking up in time to accept the cane curiously, "Thank you, Nate. That's an amazing mask, and I suppose I can't let it go to waste ... I'm not actually the party-going type, despite what you see here, but I'm somewhat obligated to be here this evening due to a certain Lady Venora—perhaps you'll see who shortly unless you'd rather me spoil the surprise?"
His grin was sly, conspiratory, and yet bordered on the proud expression of unfiltered infatuation, "I would venture that obligation will also extend to the Winter Mist festival, regardless of how I sarding feel about rubbing elbows with too many of my own kind. But this is the sort of mask that will be just as much fun to take off as it is to put on, you know?"
As much as the young Gawyne wanted to stay sour about social gatherings, any mention of Darcyanna brightened his countenance and warmed his sharp blue irises toward an almost amber color, but he was distracted when the older Endor revealed he wasn't finished presenting gifts. The man taunted him with an envelope, and his price was almost more than Caius was willing to pay,
"Ever? In public? But, Humphrey isn't such a bad—oh, by the Fates, she doesn't know, does she? Lady Krome has no sarding clue that's your middle name. Bogs. You're a right proper bastard, aren't you, my Lord? Trapping me into such an agreement ... sard it all."
He was laughing, but when the northern noble was finished making fun, hs cleared his throat and let his free hand toy with the silver buttons of his House purple long jacket, "That's an expensive request, my friend, but, fine. For the sake of your honor—and the honor of your future wife—I promise not to use your beautiful given middle name of Humphrey in public."
In private was still fair game, however,
Caius wiggled ink-stained fingers in the envelope's direction impatiently, his lopsided grin devious and amused, aware that Nadia was still standing there, clearly entertained by their boyish stupidities,
"You can still call me what you like, mind you—I don't sarding care. Satisfied?"