Ranboo was walking around the ballroom, holding a tray with wine glasses on then, filled to the top with fine red wine. He was walking around with one hand behind his back, and the other up in the air for people to take from. He make sure to keep his gaze focused on the ground, as to not make eye contact, since Ranboo was just a 'simple servant boy'. Ranboo was use to this kind of treatment. But, he heard a familiar voice in the crowd of people.

"...what?"

Ranboo paused for a moment.