It's hard to say if Ellis' brow drawing towards a frown is for the possibility of Barrow snitching, or awkward apprehension at Thot's inspection. Ellis' hand shifts indecisively on the table, before he leans fully back against his chair to better keep Thot in his periphery.

"Hello," is solely for her, a little warm note of amusement breaking through before he looks back across the table to Richard.

But to the matter at hand—

"I don't know very much about magic, but if you need someone to intercede on your behalf, I would."