She spoke calmly, not sultry, but in a manner that appealed to him. As if she knew how to wrangle this temper of his that could be so easily riled, and yet he'd never met her until this night.
"You speak truth," he said, taking another deep breath and not allowing such situations to continue to upset him. By the time Patroclus came around with his drink order, there was still fire in his eyes, but he had started to cool.
His attention turned to Elisabeth, the look on his face almost asking who was she. He knew who, but she had played very calmly against his anger, as if she held no fear herself.