A small shrug rolled over his shoulders. "I merely follow my instructions, it is not my place to inform them that their assessment is wrong." Kennet glanced back, unable to physically see the burlesque tent but able to feel the presence inside of it. The fae were always problematic and generally too chaotic for his Cirque persona. Of course, that did not stop the fae he had met long before the Cirque, but they were a different matter.
"My bed does not need to be warmed, Elia. You should know better than that." He paused, his icy blue eyes travelling down her form before flicking back to her eyes. "My tastes would consume her whole and that is against the rules."