Byron looks down at the child figure, a serious expression on his face. "Of course I do. That's part of the game, is not?" He took the last sip of his wine before putting the goblet down on a side table, the cup wobbling slightly and threatening to topple before steadying with a rolling rattle. "You summoned me to join you in your war, but if you won't see fit to extend some adequate hospitality then I shall see to my own entertainment while I am here." He turns sharply to the window again, his arms clasped behind him. "It has been a long time since I've been to France. I certainly hope we won't remain confined to this interior while we go about your business."