Wrath's gaze tracks her, but he does so casually, pressing the goblet to his lips but not drinking from it. His expression remains unreadable, guarded even as she laughs. It is hardly the time to be reminded of of the courts in Hell again, but he is if only slightly.

He nods in answer. "I am certain you have ways to make me pay should I be anything less than discrete, my lady."

She knows he has made a name for himself in the Necromancy District- gained disciples, and she has ties there. Likely has ties throughout the city with her power and influence.