He nods, pulling his drink toward him and moving to stand, because Roland has given a dismissal or two in his time and knows one - intentional or not - when he hears it. "Good. If you need the matter cleared up any more tonight I'll be somewhere."

He takes a look around at all of those somewheres he's got an option now to wander to. Take any people of any culture of any world, put all their rich and powerful in one place, and call it a party, and there will be people wandering around, drink in hand, ready to go on about nonsense. He sighs.

"You've helped too, you know. Kept me busy a while. Asked me questions no one else has asked yet." He shrugs. That's important, somehow, but he isn't going to bother trying to fit into words just how. It's important, even in a small way, and he knows it. That's all.

"Luck to you, miss Luna," he says, dipping his head.