Emrys didn't frequent the homes of any of his less respectable friends, because none of them were so well accommodated that they could hold a candle to his estate in Bristol. If there were parties to be thrown or liaisons planned in advance, they were always at his house. However, he had never been one to abide unannounced visitors, from any circle of his friends, so when something came up at the last minute and he needed their opinion it was always up to him to traipse over to whatever meager place they were living. Another reason he disliked visiting this group of friends too often was that he wasn't keen on being seen with them by strangers — though this was likely immaterial, to be honest. Anyone who might be lounging around in Ester's rooms was unlikely to go talking about it at high society parties. Emrys had gotten through this much of his life with his reputation more or less intact — indeed, his brothers affairs had more of an impact on him than his own did — so was probably relatively safe at this point, but still. It never hurt to be too careful.

When he walked in and noticed another person in the parlor, then, he thought about simply turning around and leaving. He recognized the symptoms of laudanum use before he recognized the person, so thought he could probably escape without causing much of a stir — except then the fellow said Mr. Selwyn, so evidently not. He had been recognized. He took a closer look at the man on the chair and realized he'd seen him only last week. Arthur Pettigrew.

Oh, Emrys thought, moving a step further into the room. What an interesting development.

"Mr. Pettigrew," he responded with half a smile, moving to take a seat in a chair across the small room. "What a pleasant surprise."

OOC Note: Emrys has his earrings in, if you care!