Nyx flashes Laurent a worried glance at the way he immediately takes a glass in hand, but more pressing matters immediately take up his attention. With a single fluid step, Nyx cuts in between Laurent and the pushy noble, interrupting his attempt to touch the prince.

"Good evening, Lord Emryn." Nyx meets the man's gaze with cool, exacting courtesy, if he didn't now have Emryn's hand on his wrist.