[He's doing very well at hiding it, but there a few subtle tells as to how much he dislikes the woman standing with Abel. His fingers are ever so slightly tensed in the fabric of his trousers and his eyes follow her without wavering to anyone else.

She's trying to take his brother from him, trying to take what belongs to him, he won't miss a second of this.]

I couldn't even go in for food, people are waiting to ambush me and make me dance, and I've said I really can't do that. I'm more than happy watching from up here.