"Greetings, Pétr. Keep smiling. You have exactly ten seconds to tell your king what he's walking into." Goo! He'd been snatched by the Allfather. As they walked, strode rather, toward the 'lesser' king just off the dancefloor, Pétr went straight into the facts he knew and what he'd seen, openly and willingly. The concern on his brow was drawn from a mixture of worry for Rhia's feelings and the scales staying balanced amongst the royal family of Alfheim. "Hello, again," the redhead said to his fellow, giving a glance to the wobbly brunette on her arm. He lowered his voice and spoke as quietly as he could in order to still be heard. "It seems I am not the only person who was interested in revisiting our table." At least the king had brought with him a level of merriment.