Cefin glanced over his shoulder at the shouting, pinched features drawing even further together in confusion. Leaning forward, he watched the red-headed Fae parade himself around. What a disgrace. It was said that the Winter Court was a lesser power, but to their testament they would never have suffered such behavior. His foot began to bounce faster and faster until Cefin stood, his own nervous energy getting the better of him. He could diffuse this situation. He would diffuse it.
"Pardon me," he said as he approached Pipp, head bowed but eyes fixed on the leprechaun. "Mr. Pipp, if you would follow me..." Cefin gestured to a hallway leading out of the lobby into a labyrinth of offices and meeting rooms.