Ambrose dances with Anoria until Tutor steals her. He wanders away from the dance floor to wait for Wyatt to finish.

"Shameless really. Being headcased has done him no favours, at least before he was subtle with his liaisons."

"And no matter how dressed up they make him, there's no mistaking that he's lower stock. A hero, of course, but hero doesn't mean you need to bed them and flaunt it."

Ambrose slips back further, silent.

"And you can see the boy doesn't approve. He's become more insensitive and callous with it all."

Ambrose slips out the back, down the path to the garden, into the moonlight.