It is maddening, having to swallow his frustration and placing on a polite face in the meantime. However, they both must play their roles tonight. They are well aware of it, and she plays her own well from what he sees when he chances a glance here or there, watching her... suitors step over one after the other.

Wrath manages to have one conversation after another, diving into it, putting on the proper face to seem interested and polite. However, he is aware of her helplessly throughout the evening, where she is, the sound of her voice, but he smiles when he should smile, offers commentary when he should, plays his part to a T.

By the end of the night, he has honed his focus in on her once more, despite presenting an air of casualness. Clearly, this particular suitor (of the many) is about to serenade Emilia. Wrath watches, much in the way many others at the party have turned to see except his own gaze is a bit more intense. It would take someone really looking into his eyes to notice.

His expression is one of impassiveness, unreadable as he casually leans against the wall, sipping on his drink.