By the corner of his eye catching sight of the Duchess' daughter enjoying the small, sweet pastries that his servants presented to his precious guests. To his eyes, she was just as sweet as wonderful as to her the sweet, what he could clearly see, taking into account the amazed face.
One could say it bordered with obsession, a cold-blooded, obsessive interest in a human being. She reminded him of his mother, a jewel that he knew he couldn't own, but she, she was different...
Oh Ansgar, how he longed to hold either of them in his hands. How he longed that they would be both like little birds in his cage! How he needed that...
But he knew he couldn't, he couldn't...
Silently stepping towards Aella, his never-disappearing elegant smile was this time sparked up only for her, and for her solely. "Are you enjoying the evening, Milady?" he inquired silently, taking one of the sweets into his own hand, though to study only, not even planning to place it near his mouth.