Rhysand returned from meandering to the kitchen. He had been cornered by a giant of a man who could have been high fae with his looks alone, but he was more than that in the human eye. He was a god.
And Katherine's overprotective uncle.
Stuck holding a pair of cool teas filling tall clear glasses, one in each, Rhysand politely spoke for far longer with Thor than he had expected or wanted, but he gave it to himself as points. He could not be with Kat if he could not get along with her family; family was horribly important to the lord that had lost all of his.
Finally, he returned to the room and frowned. "I take it that conversation did not go so well?"