Stephen was growing bored. It was hard to pretend that he didn't care when there were so many hot, half naked men walking around. Thank Merlin for his robes; they did hide a lot.
It was still too early to leave, so he figured that he needed some diversion. He had noticed the exchange Azriel was having, so he got two glasses of whiskey and approached the table.
He sat one of the glasses in front of Azriel. "Mr. Scamander, how are you tonight? Giving suggestions on how to play poker?" Stephen turned to Azriel. "Mr. Scamander, here, is a trainee healer."