If he was honest, Vere was less here for the conversation and more for the warmth. Even with the room filled with the masses, he could not shake the chill from his bones, and only the warmth of the fireplace helping stop the subtle shakes of his thin frame. In reference to the mixed company he had removed his gloves, his hat, and his great coat, revealing the ink etched into the skin of his hands, the signet ring of jade and gold on his left hand, and a high collar that does little to hide more ink on his neck. As Fitzjames finishes one tale, Vere raises his glass - maybe in acknowledgment though there's a hint of mockery in the curve of his lips - and downs his drink.

"Well told, good sir," he says, setting his glass aside. "Truly you had... adventures enough for one man."