[ the moment's gone; Diarmuid's anger fades with his spear, and his hand strays back down to his side. honor retained through resignation— there's no point in arguing with someone who he won't see eye-to-eye with.

gold eyes close, as if to shutter himself from his previous emotions. ]

I've no intention of starting a scuffle during festivities.

[ sorry, Alucard. a low exhale, and Diarmuid reevaluates his current situation. ] —I acted out of turn. If there's nothing else to discuss, I'll be taking my leave.