[He is indeed close to the food, because like bro/papa/guardian, like daughter/charge/sister (oh god, nations). France has been nursing his last glass of champagne with every intent to make another pass at the shrimp when he spots her.

Yes. The first loop around was spied. And the second. Oh, and was that a groan from his former charge? It's actually mildly amusing and he's smirking when she approaches. Infuriating, for sure. He is mildly surprised at the introduction however and the laugh is a little rushed.]

I was going to settle on brother until you prowled the room as if you did not want to see me. Only a beloved papa could garner such treatment from their charge.

[He's not upset at you. Just...disappointed. Glancing to the food behind him, he nods knowingly]

Ah, so I see the true reason you came over.