breaking bones [Fight Training!]

He would reach the summoner when it suited him; choosing to amble at a leisurely pace rather than rush forward to excitedly heed the summons of another. A solid lack of interest in authority was his motivator for such a pace. Demands made of him were ultimately his to accept or dismiss; this he was willing to fight for. Still, he knew his place and was unwilling to displease his mother over such a small matter as attendance, and so it was with a mix of genuine curiosity and familial duty that he would lend his person to the Gouverneur.

He arrived, despite his luxurious pace, in a timely fashion, and after pausing to look those who arrived before him over, moved to settle off to the left of Meinx. He spared the Gouverneur a courteous nod, but no more; there wasn't enough familiarity between them to justify pleasantries or an attempt at small talk. He knew she was well received by his mother but little else. His eyes briefly considered her, lingering on her for a half second longer than was socially necessary. Perhaps that was something he needed to fix.

From Meinx his eyes would wander to the boy. Him the brute studied more openly. So that was the slave. Valentine's eyes would drift over him, taking in all that his person had to offer. Little was answered in his visual study and far too many questions were raised and not immediately answered.

His gaze would lift from the child and settle on a distant point as he waited out the arrival of others.

"Speech"