Mordred was rather enjoying himself. A glass of wine, far better than that usually provided by government officials, in hand. There was scotch too, he noted, but scotch hardly suited celebrations.He had chattered off-handedly to one or two familiar faces, and was now moving freely about the room, devoid of interesting conversation, but he had high hopes it would improve.
And then, as if by magic- or rather by good luck, which he knew existed- he saw a profile he had only snatched glimpses of before, or seen smudged in the newspapers. A wide grin spread across his face, and he approached the figure he was certain he recognised. "Mr Horrigan? Mr Joseph P. Horrigan?" He asked, offering his hand to the man who looked more than a little bored. Clearly at this gala event there were not enough things to kill or adventures to be had for him. "I am Mordred Lloyd. I have been reading of your adventures in the Chronicle- I must admit I'm surprised to see you in London. I'd always imagined you in the deepest darkest jungles, not in Kensington."
He glanced over the man, striking with his set jaw, very handsome and made more so by his character. "Are you staying in London long, or are you already planning your next adventure?"