Eugene grimaced slightly, though mostly in jest at the most eligible bachelor comment. "You've been conspiring with my mother, haven't you?" He chuckled, about to continue with the joke, but none other than his dear old mum came into view and she had that look on her face that was mildly terrifying. It also meant she needed him for something and at social events that typically  meant meeting one her friend's eligible daughters. Not something was interested in at this very moment.

"Speak of the devil..." He motioned toward his mum with his head, downing the rest of his champagne in one swift, well-practiced motion. "She's got that look about her and I best hide, thanks for the tips Miss Flint, save me a dance later." With one last wink, Eugene melted into the surrounding crowd.