As Zee speaks, Raril's smile slowly disappears from his face. This was really bad news. He had to do something, he had to help...
The friendly smile returned to the Drow's face, though not from any feeling of mirth. It was a ruse, a mask to be worn to hide one's true feelings. Raril turns to face Zee's relative, just in time to hear that long list of titles.
This was going to be interesting.
"Oh yes, dear." He agrees carefully. "Should I go over an introduce myself?" or would running and hiding be the best option?