Only if he shows up in silks and furs and is made to dance like everyone else here. And then he can fall on the Inquisitor's blade at the end of the night.

[ Too bad that's a fantasy that will never come to light. Neria turns and leans her hip against the railing, keeping an eye on the door for a few moments. Her gaze quickly flickers back to him as she shakes her head, and she reaches out to touch his arm for a moment. ]

Your face is fine as it is. And you are allowed to tell them to bugger off, you know. Just...politely.

[ Realizing that perhaps touching him is showing too much, she releases him, allowing the gesture to look more friendly than anything else. ]

Do you have any suspicions of who it might be?