Emrys let out a little huff of laughter at the suggestion that he add a bandana. It was telling, he thought, that this gentleman's first impression of the earrings was pirate rather than exotic, and it implied he was not particularly well-traveled, but Emrys didn't mind. He'd described himself as a pirate only last month, after all, so it wasn't as though he found the comparison offensive.

"I'll consider it," he said lightly. He took a moment to observe the 'friend' this gentleman said he'd come with. There was a chance if he'd invited him to an event like this it was because the two were lovers and he was trying to introduce him to a bit of a wider palette, but on inspection that didn't seem to be the case. At any rate, his 'friend' looked quite preoccupied, and probably wasn't going to turn up demanding attention anytime soon. So this gentleman (Mr. Fisk or Mr. Zabini? Emrys thought he recognized him from Witch Weekly but couldn't remember the details of the article well enough to say) had been left to the wolves, so to speak.

Not that there was any problem with that. From the way he was shifting it seemed that Mr. Fisk-Zabini was enjoying himself, and the wolves in these parts didn't bite — not unless you asked them to, anyway.

"Don't let me distract you from the show," he teased lightly, with an unsubtle glance towards the other man's lap. "There'll be plenty of time to talk about what we are or aren't wearing later."