"Raven," Castiel said, instead of hello. His tone was as always -- even and matter-of-fact -- and his expression did move in an effort to shift beyond one of general concern. He did, however, tilt his chin slightly in her direction, so that when his eyes moved to look at her, they did so more easily. Beyond that he remained, for the most part, still and unmoving.

He had felt her approach from across the end of the long banquet hall; she was among some of the few that Castiel was able to perceive within the large space, but he had not had the mind to go to her since she proved herself to keep unpleasant company. First the half-breed and then the Fallen One. And then another being -- unidentifiable. It left Castiel to wonder if she had already chosen her path. Regrettable, he thought to himself, but did not share this opinion outloud.

"Your words imply compliment," he then said, flatly. "I will admit no such thing."