Hector has been in his room for a half hour, scribbling idle thoughts, then crossing them out and rewriting more. The servant's arrival is accepted with his normal pomp. He dresses in his typical formalwear, choosing not to over or underdress. Just a dinner between his least-disliked siblings; what could be more innocuous?

He arrives at Markus' chambers just as Syresia arrives, and he gives his sister a pleasant nod. "How do you fare, sister?" he asks with a brotherly smile that could easily seem faked, but was far more genuine than he'd give his other siblings.