Mystique laughed softly, shaking her head. "Happenstance, or providence, perhaps," she suggested, smile widening. "For some of us, anyway. The evening might have just gotten started, but I'm afraid you'll find yourself disappointed." There were, of course, several reasons why he could be here. Only one of them, though, seemed even remotely probable.
She walked around him slowly, a quarter turn, trying to get a better sense of the man she'd only heard of. "It's a pity. You look like you could be good." No need to give away too much, not yet.