He remembers that party - and those nobles - all too well, and there's a distinct look of dismay on his face as Araceli mentions that certain lady. There may have been more than one reason why he's kept to the party down here. With luck she'll not come down here looking for him, though...or so he hopes.

Still, the thought of it is enough to get him to rather quickly finish off the remainder of his drink and set the cup down with a faint, almost imperceptible shudder. At least that frees up his hands to pick up his pipes again, which he does, setting them in his lap for the moment while he double checks to make sure everything's where it should be. After a moment, though, he looks back up again, the corner of one side of his mouth quirking upwards.

"Aye, well, I'll not say as I'm opposed to the idea, but I can't say as I've done that sort of sneaking lately. Think I'd have to find a lass who'd not mind the idea first."