Calent was a bit surprised at her blunt tongue, though perhaps it was still civil. However, coming from a lady to be so bold well, a slight smile curled his lips, eyes remaining on the portrait.
"Indeed, success is measured by many things." he informed her, eyes almost glowing beneath his stoic face as he gestured for her to take his arm once again. "Shall I show you to your room?"
Catching a glimpse of Audric, who would, most naturally be nearby, he afforded him on real answers visually, but... once again, made sure to catch his eye before returning his attentionst o Kathryn and taking her, leading her away.
Down the great hall of guests, her room was at the very end. Gesturing to a servant, the large double door was open and in the group stepped into the most marvelous of rooms...
A hand carved wooden bed, the posts depicting the form of true angels, the bedsheets, pure as snow, and the furniture, as lavish as the rest of the palace.
"I hope this room will suit you for the night," the duke spoke, humbly. "And if you need more servants at your disposal during your stay, I can make amends and fetch them into your powers merely at your request." Bowing towards her, he waited for her acceptance, at best.