Wrath does not take the offered sweets nor wine. After his experience at the masquerade, he is avoiding human food once more, but he does sit, taking stock of the room.

He watches her step inside, taking note of the predatory way she does so. It is something he recognizes, being a predator himself. His shoulders straighten, and his gaze remains on her face.

"He does not. I did not realize you were honour-bound to one another in such a way, my lady."

They do appear to have a rivalry of some kind, but they are family at the end of the day. His own brothers would not care in the slightest about diving house daggers into one another- not that it kills them, but loyalty and honour do not exist beyond following demon rules.

"Feel free to tell him if that is what you wish. We are both taking a gamble tonight." Truthfully after what happened with the poisoning, he could not stomach being considered her cousin's champion nor does he consider himself hers, but he was honest that there may be a transactional value to his helping her.