[ their dynamics seemed easy enough to grasp at the very least, and for a moment his eyes seem to sharpen and linger on them a second longer than he intends. he nearly makes eye contact, before purposely tears his focus away, instead placing it on silco, who fortunately makes it easy enough.

while they've never laid down a full plan with one another, he doesn't once question silco's methods. even now, he doesn't doubt the distraction he makes is without purpose. it's why he feels almost hypersensitive to their surroundings— the shuffling of their seats, the way their body language falls, and even the tones hidden away behind layers of pretenses. whether in court, or here, it seems there are no shortage of those who readily speak in praises and compliments, just to hide a proverbial dagger behind their back.

once he reaches silco, he does grip only his wrist. obviously, out of false concern. ] Oh, we should really get this patched up. I would hate for our guests to see blood on such an auspicious night. [ what do people of this world label it as? ... a biohazard? he seems to look back at silco and gives a sort of easygoing shrug as he casts the idea aside for now. he faces the guest, giving a polished bow. ]

We shall temporarily take our leave. Please feel free to call us if we are needed. Though, any of our other staff should also be open to assist you. [ if they ever regain consciousness. but, between that and mister clumsy over here, maybe they would still prefer the former.

at least, the gap they leave in their absence wouldn't be too apparent in the near future. except, even as callisto is walking out, he hasn't released his hold over silco yet. ]