"That's quite the extensive narrative," he says with the arching of a brow. It sounds even, possibly, rehearsed, far too complicated to have simply been invented in the moment. The referencing of exterior groups and people with whom he has little familiarity would certainly corroborate that little theory.

"Not jogging the memory, I'm afraid." He skims a finger along the ridge of one of the tables, and in the same fluid movement retrieves one of the d'oeuvres artfully arranged atop a needlessly expensive silver plate and studies it with vague interest before he simply goes through with eating it to be done with it.