[The Queen had noticed. It was hard not to notice when he was one of the few vamps not to out himself to her. Silly boy. Obviously he didn't understand the protection that came with having a Queen at your back. She has somewhat missed the old fashioned ways and the kneeling brings a hint of a smile to her red painted lips for a moment.]

Somewhat impromptu, usually I have my evening strolls pre-requested, but very well. Up. [She beckons him to stand with the curl of an impeccably manicured finger.] You can't very well escort me around the gardens if you're rolling about the floor, Mister Carver. [Oh yes, she knows who you are, Dorian.]