Torie had watched in amusement as Mr. Echelon-Arnost had been entangled in a conversation with Angel for probably longer than was comfortable. She loved her sisters obviously, but knew they hadn't earned their reputations for being difficult for no good reason. Torie had been dealing with this longer than anyone else, having grown up with it.

The evening was half over by now and going splendidly, but Torie would be remiss if she did not get a chance to converse with her guest before the evening's end. She knew the dance floor was not an option, but this did not bother her. Her dance card was full enough and she had taken her turns around the room playing ever the admirable host.

"I was afraid Angel might've scared you off," she mused as she finally came upon him alone. She couldn't have blamed him if that was the case. Most of her family was... not easy to be around. Still, she was glad he'd stuck around.