"It's never polite to pre-empt a hostess from serving a guest, if she is so inclined," Edric said, in the same, unruffled voice he used for general conversations among his peers. He had been ensconced in his office, which was a bit separated from the main room, but had unhurriedly made his way down when he'd heard the voices. Narcissa could hold her own against most creatures, both human-like and not, but she was still to be protected, at all costs. That was his purpose, regarding her.
With one hand in his pocket, he gestured for Narcissa to come to him, as he said, "You are the one called Sylar. From the meeting."