Achille nods, patting Dimitri's hand with his free one, and sits like that for however long the king would like. Once he lets go, the little Pokemon turns to Felix and pats his arm, too, before he slips down to the floor and waddles off.

Felix clears his throat after a moment, eyes on the tablecloth. "Brandl is here too, somewhere. ...anyway, there's no use dwelling on who isn't here. Focus on those who are." He glances up and offers Dimitri his hand. "Dance with me, Mitya."