"Not as of yet," said Tymor pleasantly. "I thought I'd save falling over like a drunken idiot for later in the evening. After all, we've just recently had a lovely dancing performance by Princess Elia. There should be a break in the evening's entertainment. If I'm going to make a fool out of myself, I should have the decency to be a fool with good timing."
From time to time, he did enjoy socializing. He was glad to be invited, and he suspected that Lya's invitation was simple curiosity. After all, a woman who would challenge Myrwin Martell to a duel was interesting, at least. He hadn't pressured Lyanora to go, and had to wonder who pressured his dear aunt into attending an event like this. She hadn't even seen anything yet, if his memories of a few years ago in Kings Landing were accurate.