As she withdrew her hand he couldn't hide his glance to see what she withdrew. When it came up empty, he lowered his own hand as well. He still seemed a bit jumpy, a little thrown off, but despite a few ruffled feathers he seemed to be settling a little bit, willing to take his eyes off her to glance to see who was around.

His gaze snapped back to her at the demand, his brow drawing together and his frown deepening. He looked about to snap her head off, but his voice fell low. There's a deep irritation in his tone, but it's clear in his body language he's doing his best not to be entirely awful despite some perceived slight she just made. "Uldren Sov." He set his jaw, biting back some snarky response. "And you are?" He seemed like he wasn't willing to give her more than his name at the moment.