Jaques closes the door behind them and murmurs a quiet, "Good, I'm glad." As Faye relays the ease of finding their place. Then falls silent as he allows the pair a moment to look about and gauges their reactions. Night and day, these two seemed. The man only seemed to grow more on edge and uncomfortable while the white lady at least seemed pleased and he gave a "Thank you" to the spoken praise.
He'd been about to start telling them about what they could see when Vaughn entered with the laden tray. With an inward cringe he lost what he was just about to say as things suddenly went off script from how he planned their visit to go. A tour with a few planned things said about each place and then, perhaps, sitting down to further talk and answer questions. But talking first? What did they have to talk about yet?
Following the pair over he let them pick their couch before lowering himself into the seat across from them, back straight as he struggles with his own unease. He catches Val staring intently at Vaughn and has to fight a his own features hardening as his own feelings of protectiveness rose at the rather aggressive guard front the miqo'te was putting on. All this was further pushing his carefully constructed front of over-politeness further from him. Entertaining nobles was never something he thought he'd have to do. Hells, -needing- something from nobles was not something he'd ever planned on. And this woman simply screamed 'noble' with every action and he needed her donation and support.
He glances down to the tea as Vaughn pours. The man had chosen the thanalan tea accented with rosehips. If the clear, pink-tinged liquid was any indication. He takes a slow breath in an attempt to calm himself of the rising panic he felt at not knowing what to say or do next. His eyes flicker to Vaughn, trying to catch the man's gaze, his own all but saying 'help me'.
He'd been about to start telling them about what they could see when Vaughn entered with the laden tray. With an inward cringe he lost what he was just about to say as things suddenly went off script from how he planned their visit to go. A tour with a few planned things said about each place and then, perhaps, sitting down to further talk and answer questions. But talking first? What did they have to talk about yet?
Following the pair over he let them pick their couch before lowering himself into the seat across from them, back straight as he struggles with his own unease. He catches Val staring intently at Vaughn and has to fight a his own features hardening as his own feelings of protectiveness rose at the rather aggressive guard front the miqo'te was putting on. All this was further pushing his carefully constructed front of over-politeness further from him. Entertaining nobles was never something he thought he'd have to do. Hells, -needing- something from nobles was not something he'd ever planned on. And this woman simply screamed 'noble' with every action and he needed her donation and support.
He glances down to the tea as Vaughn pours. The man had chosen the thanalan tea accented with rosehips. If the clear, pink-tinged liquid was any indication. He takes a slow breath in an attempt to calm himself of the rising panic he felt at not knowing what to say or do next. His eyes flicker to Vaughn, trying to catch the man's gaze, his own all but saying 'help me'.
