Ludvig walked around the table, opposite side from where Amaris was positioned, and sat back to his seat. Hearing Carnatia's words, he realized his own insensitivity and flinched a bit. Leaning forward with the Djinni's wide-brimmed hat blocking his view.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup] "urk... I fear I also owe her an apology with my initial reaction.
	Sorry. You seem like a good person."

Mana circling around Ludvig's arms, cleaning away spilled wine, as he pushed his cup away and felt some strange need to glance at Mirielle and correct himself.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup] "I swear I'm not being swayed by her beauty right now. She's-
	 You seem cordial and well-spoken. Very amicable. You're doing great."

Realizing that he's rambling. Eager to switch the topic. Harking back to the strange veil draping Amaris' head, and the spikes jutting out of it. He's not one to knock others on their fashion sense, but he also felt there was something else about the veil. Sensing hints of mana connecting it and... somewhere in the Archbishop's direction, he couldn't tell from this distance and angle.
It may in fact seem rude, but someone has to bite the bullet at some point. Might as well be him.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup] "By the way, what's up with the..."

Points above his own head, and shrugs with his hands.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup] "Interesting headwear."