Raymond's cronies chuckle at Jean-Claude's little speech, in particular his remark about dressing for the occasion. Raymond himself remains silent, but he sits up, eyes alight with interest, when the guards drag a new prisoner up to the stage.

Eames, the Lord of Autumn, the arrogant fae who turned down his offer of an alliance. Well, well. He had last seen the fae thrown out of the Angelo when he had set his guards upon him. No doubt Eames remembers that too, judging by the hatred in his face. Bound by iron, he appears to be weakened but still defiant.

Well, if Raymond is going to break his fast and drink fae blood, this one seems a fitting tribute.

"A pretty prize." He waves his hand. "Bring him over."