Tristan's eyes widen in surprise as he notices the look of interest Laura was giving him, the hair on the back of his hair prickling at the sight of that look. He knew that Look and that Knowing Saintly Smile™. It wasn't an expression one easily forgot. As the young man smiled in turn the battle-maiden, he found himself unsure if he should've chosen Laura after all, Leon's growth be damned, or if he'd just dodged an arrow and sentenced the other noble to a most interesting time. Though the fact that Stephen seemed to know what their silent exchange was about spoke highly of him, their kin didn't share their secrets lightly after all; that said, he didn't know what to make of his amusement at it though.

He certainly knew how to pick'em didn't he?

After offering his own farewell, the young man looked around eyeing the dwindling stragglers around him; checking to see if ol' Leon was still around or had skedaddled after his mistress had dismissed him.