Expression unreadable, his eyes trailed down her as she leaned back into him and he pressed his lips into a line. "You add too much into it," he answered before moving her from his lap and standing up. His long-form retaking the space, Kennet poured himself a glass of his special drink, ignoring the rest of his wine glass.
Leaning against his bar, he sipped his new glass and tilted his head at the witch. "You are here because of your feelings toward the situation you had to tend to with Marcus. You have been annoyed with me. I understand, but your feelings about the mortality of your friends is not a situation my kind handle. I am not fitting for such issues."
Kennet sipped his glass again. "Your costume is not entirely accurate," he mused, the smallest of a smirk on his lips.