Aspel/Elvira.
“What honourable words, Councillor.” Elvira returned the bow of the head, in a subtler strain, a careful mirroring of the other woman's to try a reach at empathy, at a friendly rapport between the two. It was a tactic she used often: mimick the other to open them up and beckon them to in turn follow her ideas. Though they were at a party and though she smiled with an attempt to chisel away formality, the holy knight still saw this and every opportunity as a potential business proposition. What was fun defined by Elvira Treveil, anyhow?
“Helping the citizens and our fellow guildmates is always rewarding. You always have, of course, my assistance for anything you need. My time is yours.” Anything from holy knight magics to public relations, the fighter (the socialite) offered her skills up to councilwoman honestly, even if she may harbor ulterior motives with each word.