[ The party you've found yourself at can only be a gathering of the Minrathous upper echelon - the guests are beautiful, wealthy, decked in gold and silks and possibly drunkenly summoning demons. It's a warm but mild summer night, and it would be impossible to think of wasting it. The guests are all gathered on the pavilion of the grand estate, with its balconies overlooking the sea, and past that, the shore, stark with glittering golden lights illuminating its ancient spires. The air is heavy with the smell of sea salt and perfume, and the wine is plenty.

Dorian can be found with a glass near the balcony, dressed in rich dark velvets that make it clear his normal manner of dress is his travelling attire, enjoying the cool breeze blowing off the bay. He's speaking to a serious looking young man, though there's another man standing beside him, tall and tanned with handsome features, a casual hand pressed against Dorian's arm in an expression of easy intimacy. It gets a few glances, but nothing more, and Dorian ignores it in favor of laughing at one of his own jokes.]

Are those ice cubes in your glass? What a shameful display. I can't imagine how one must have been raised to behave so deplorably at one's own party. [He turns to the man beside him.] Amatus, would you be a darling and check in on our esteemed host for me? I should like to know how long I have to get Felix suitably drunk before I'm to be scolded.

[He gives the man by his side a peck on the cheek before they part, before he turns his attention back to Felix.]

[He'll try to catch Luke at some point when he's off on his own for a quick chat. Hands up to appear non-threatening]

If this is part of my murder plot, I'm declaring a temporary truce.