[At least the man knows something, the alarm and suspicion evident (and it's almost like -), but Vayne himself remains calm, shaking his head with deliberation, arms gently crossing.]
"There is a master artisan at work whom does seek easily charmed puppets - yes, betray -" [To the crowd he looks, brow knitting.] "That she is known to you, that yonder priest does not enrapture you with the rest gives me more cause to worry." [We are being toyed with, and he does not like it. Perhaps it is not much of a response or an answer, but for now it is all Vayne can offer - you are concerned, so is he.]