Nobert's expression showed no change, instead, he smiled even more brightly: "Oh, Mr. Elarch, it's an honor to meet you. Your demeanor is just as fitting with Mrs. Robel Day's beauty."
As a French person, he was long accustomed to such things. In his view, a woman of Dorian's age not having a lover was the real abnormality.
"Hehe, look at what you're saying, but I also think the same way." Count Elarch's smile immediately blossomed, returning the gesture to Nobert, then he strongly embraced Dorian by the waist.
Nobert picked up a glass of wine from a tray held by a passing servant and signaled to Elarch: "I guess you must be from Lorraine or Metz?"
The latter spoke with a strong German-accented French.
This time, both Count Elarch and Dorian fell into awkwardness.
"Ahem, actually, I am from Bern."
Dorian hastily made amends beside him: "Klaus holds an Earl's title and leads the Bern Parliament."
