The other young man might as well write the things he was thinking or feeling right across his forehead, Cleon felt. He was not a particularly empathetic man but even he felt like he had a decent read on the current feelings running through the other man. It was probably rather unfortunate then that this was mostly just serving to entertain Cleon. Tycho would likely run him off for a bit for causing problems with Greengrass but that was hardly his problem. Cleon would just hop off to his next lily pad for a couple of days. Tycho never held a grunge anyway.

But what was the current thing that had set off Greengrass from being rather pleasant back to being the mildly put off that he had been at the beginning of this interaction? He did not think Greengrass to be so petty that he would care that Tycho had other friends (then again, maybe he was. It wasn't like Cleon knew him all too well.). Was it any implication that they were closer than Greengrass could ever be? Was it the thought that perhaps Cleon and Tycho were lovers? The last bit was risky though since you could never be sure and could ruin his friends friendship with this man beyond even his worst intentions.

"Oh, what a bore," Cleon said in response to the fact that there was unlikely to be any animals at the party. "It will not put me off, though. I find the idea rather charming. Do any famous ghosts tend to turn up?" He belatedly realized he had not even asked if Berenice was going. Oh well, he would find out soon enough. The ghost girl tended to go where she pleased as far as Cleon was aware.