Eugene double checked to make sure he hadn't ruined Miss Flint's dress before turning his full attention back toward her. "I must be the lucky one then," He teased lightly. "This is quite the crowd." It really was. The throng of people snookered into the evening's theme was astonishing really. He wondered just how many other poor brothers had been dragged along to this, certainly he couldn't be the only one?

"It was not the best of seasons- according to Helga anyway." Eugene honestly didn't listen when she started in on things like events and dresses, but he thought he remembered that being mentioned at some point. "Ah, well enough. Helga was not overly... forthcoming with the details of the evening, otherwise I may have just stayed home." And slept. Sleep was good. "These are not my forte and I highly suspect no amount of practice will ever help." He was charming, he knew that, but this was far too many people for him to try and schmooze in one evening. Plus everybody kept coming at him about the expedition, which was fine, but a little tiresome after a while. Eugene was much more at home handling creatures than people most times.