Jaehaerys saw the dancers but couldn't pick Elia out until she wended her way toward his uncle. Only one female in the Red Keep was likely to try taking the flask out of Myrwin's hand- the rest had sense enough to keep their hands otherwise employed. He wished his mother was there to intervene and reprimand them both, before swiping the raki herself. Father would have been rolling his eyes and muttering exhasperated remarks to Polonius... Gods, there were too many damned ghosts.
He looked instead to the rest of the room- Lord Tyrith and Hester... Lady Lyanora, looking terribly unhappy about being in the room at all. He grinned as he caught sight of Toria but did not approach her. He stayed instead among the group of Dornish nobles, joining in on the topic of Lyseni pillow houses and the most renowned Braavosi courtesans.