The guests were starting to make their way downstairs. Ulysse was standing off to the side, his arms folded across his chest, dark eyes watching carefully for any signs of unrest. He took his job very seriously, after all. Part of what made him so good at it was that he didn't have any misconceptions of just what he had gotten involved in. He knew exactly what type of place Vaska was, and who he was working for.
That didn't matter.
What mattered was not sticking his nose in any further than was needed. What mattered was doing his job. That was what he did.
Dark eyes followed another laughing couple to the spiral staircase and stayed on them as they descended.