[ The various spiced aromas of this place have a way of confusing Rafa just enough that he doesn't immediately pick out Cardan's scent. Not until he hears his voice, anyway, and then he looks up to see who is bubbling about Fae revelries. He sees a lounging beauty with a crown on his head, and then he does pick the scent. It means there's every chance that crown is real. If he's royalty, he's not royalty familiar to Rafa. That's not really a surprise here, though. After all he's not familiar with the Fae of Vex's world, either. He still knows a faerie when he sees one.

So of course, he takes it upon himself to interrupt. Someone is already primed to respond to the request for wine, but Rafa plucks a carafe from one of the trays, and interposes himself instead. ]

Please. Allow me. [ He flashes a smile sharpened by fangs, and refills the faerie's glass. Then he fills his own, and drops down beside him. ] How would your revelries differ? I always imagined them similar to this, though perhaps with more humans dancing merrily on strings. Granted, the succubi have not quite risen to that.