Oh, that Griffith. Of course he remembered Gilbert's name, but it wasn't so uncommon a surname that he'd immediately connected the dots on seeing this man's dinner placard. So he had a few more reasons to be annoyed during this conversation beyond just being displeased over the seating arrangement. Don Juan glanced briefly towards the hostess' seat at the table, wondering if she knew about the connection when she'd drawn up the seating plans. It could have gone either way; everyone remembered his name and Mrs. Yaxley's, but the supporting characters as it were hadn't been quite so infamous. She might have either never heard about Griffith's role in the ordeal or forgotten it. Or she might have known and remembered and sat them together just for the entertainment of it — he didn't know if she was the type, but it was the sort of thing he might do, so he could believe it of someone else.

"Oh, Gil, sure," Don Juan replied, as light and cheeky as though they'd been discussing card games with a mutual friend. It took him half a second to chew over the rest of what this Mr. Griffith — Gilbert's brother — had said, and decide which part he wanted to respond to, and in that time Griffith had what appeared to be an entirely unrelated question. Don Juan didn't recall having met him, but Don Juan met lots of people he didn't recall having met, so that didn't mean he hadn't. While the question seemed disconnected he hadn't ruled out the possibility of it being another trap, a setup to highlight one of his other alleged sins, so he was also not especially inclined to give a straight answer.

"If we'd met, you'd remember it," he offered with a vainglorious grin. He turned his attention to his soup for a second as though that was all he had to say on the subject, but turned it back to the other man before he'd had a chance to dip his spoon again. "Your brother told you he was Yaxley's second?" he asked. There was a glint in his eye and a curve to the corner of his lip, like he was enjoying a private joke.

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