"Aren't they just", Arven agreed in turn, a faint frown on his brow as he regarded the young man. Unique was precisely the word he'd use for this one. This haughty stranger, this young gentleman who was somehow prettier than most women Arven knew.

"So how was your ball", he asked conversationally, nodding back towards the imperial-looking building from which sundry aristocratic sorts had sauntered. They were all gone now, and the candles within were blown out.