Pleasantly surprised that Cliffjumper didn't jerk or move to throw him off right away, the priest's humming song resumed with a vengeance; loud and strong and ringing with acceptance.

Mirage would work Cliffjumper's additional 'approval' into the ceremony however he could, making it all the more legitimate.

Nodding softly in satisfaction, Mirage gave Tracks another comm ping, encouraging him to continue. The other noble tensed, and Mirage didn't need to look over his shoulder to know that Tracks had slipped and was giving him a disgusted stare.

::...I hope you know what you're doing.::

::Of course.:: Mirage allowed, and the hand still resting on his back tensed only briefly, before resuming the glyph-work where he left off.