If Ozy had not already been annoyed with the veela (for the inconvenience of having turned Endymion into a drooling mess; for the distraction of pulling his attention away from the things he actually cared about at the party; for the sheer fact of her existence at all) he might have found her reaction to Endy's gesture a little funny. At least a few people had turned to look when he'd fallen, though, and of course a fair few had already been looking this direction anyway as they followed the unnatural woman with their eyes. By this point his brother was making quite the spectacle of himself, and Oz, cognizant of the attention, thought it best to intervene before Endymion could do anything pointedly stupid, like throw himself at the young woman's feet as she turned to leave.

He stalked over and grabbed Endymion's arm to haul him to his feet. "Come on," he muttered in a clipped tone. "Let's get a drink."

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