"Ringmaster," Kennet corrected with a sigh. He expected nothing less from the Sylph than to carry on as if nothing would ever phase her. Had he wanted her to wilt underneath him she would know it, but the strict, bored aura he tended toward was a typical one from him. "And I might prefer to be alone, Aria. The... festivities have never been very within my style."
Kennet set his book down on his table and poured himself a drink from a bottle on the topmost shelf. No one but the Ringmaster, himself, had the height and reach to obtain the bottles there. The wax cap on the clay container popped off releasing a strong scent of minerals, pine, and an uncertain dull sweetness. Once the red liquid filled his glass he placed the bottle back for safety. Kennet did not believe anyone would try to take a bottle they were not offered from his stash, but with such an array of creatures, one could never be too careful.
"I was not glowering. I cannot be bothered every day because you wish to spend time over nothing in particular." Taking a sip of his drink, he leaned back against the counter- shortening himself a few inches. "And the book is light reading." He added as an afterthought.