Taking a sip of his drink, Mason nodded carefully so as not to spill; it was certainly something he was easily capable of. "Sooner or later," He agreed, raising his near-empty glass in cheers. Now he'd either have to refill it, which would probably look bad, or make a move to the exit. Worse yet, he could mingle. "How early do you think we can make a reasonable escape?" The following laugh was wry as he wasn't kidding in the slightest.

In fact, he saw a gaggle of debutantes giggling and looking in their direction, whispers behind fans a clear bad sign of what could potentially happen within the next few moments. "We've been spotted." He added, not without a hint of desperation to his voice.