Griffith and the band was being honored for his efforts at that ball. The king himself was welcoming Griffith and his band to the national guard, so it was expected for him to act graciously in gratitude for the king's acknowledgment.

The nobles were disgusted for watching a man and his band of mercenaries of common birth being honored at such an event, Guts thought he looked ridiculous in this noble attire, he thought, he hated the nobles, but he went along since Griffith told him to.

Guts sighs, looking around, Casca is talking to some noble, Griffith is speaking with the king, everyone is having fun but him, then he felt he was approached by someone.

He looks down to see the person, raising an eyebrow.

"Need something...?"

He says bluntly, he doesn't know how to talk to a noble.