"Fiance?" Was his surprise do clear. Did Uriel know about this? He had to admit he was surprised.

He laughed weakly though perhaps it came out too forced. "Then you'll be one I need to keep happy alongside her." He said, and was slowly considering where else he could work to make money as he was dreading the idea of his brother as his employer. Flashbacks of child hood days when he had to do what Zechariah wanted came to him and he nearly dropped the bottle he was holding.

"I see. Well..." he glanced around the place then back at him. "It seems like she has quite an eye for pageantry. This is quite a party. I'm sure it'll be successful under her. And believe you'll both be very happy since you seem quite enamored." And indeed, Zechariah did seem happy.

He was happy for Uriel finding love and getting married. But there was a deep resentment seeing his cold and usually cruel brother getting the same. He looked down and poured a drink for someone else to hide his expression. "I suppose that means you get anything you want from the bar." He hoped the guy got drunk and made an ass of himself.