Emrys chuckled at Fisk's joke. "Don't be too hard on yourself," he admonished lightly, and took another not-entirely-subtle peek down towards the man's lap to see exactly how hard on himself he was being at the moment. He'd had a reaction to the play earlier, and hopefully talking to Emrys, sitting close enough they could almost be touching, would have been enough to sustain it. If not — well, it would be disappointing, but Emrys wouldn't take it personally. You couldn't help who you were attracted to, he'd learned, and he was secure enough in his own appearance and charm not to react poorly if things didn't go his way.

"This sort of party is only for those with — particular tastes," he said in a leading tone. "Not for every young innocent, is it?"

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