Without moving his eyes from his not-lord-any-longer, Balthazar inclined his head passively. Perhaps in time he would learn to function more normally within the scope of the Fallen's presence. Until then.

"Oh, I'm satisfied if the community is satisfied," he said ironically, taking a mechanical sip of champagne. Mentally, he fussed over every word, which was a tiresome yet unavoidable (not to mention largely pointless) chore.