"You're such an academic," he said, wrinkling his nose up. "Why can't the majority of you people see that you can make a fortune with research? Even Patrick knows that much and he's in love with his potions."
He felt pleased but he hid it with a small smirk, not wanting to show Stephen or others who could be watching them. Not that he thought they would be; most of the party goers were only interested in getting laid. "I wondered," he said, sipping at his drink and not voicing his own thoughts.
Azriel felt Stephen tense and frowned; he hadn't meant to touch him but they were both over six feet tall and the booths were meant for privacy, not sitting miles apart. "Do you want to get out of here then? I gave Patrick his presents earlier and I'm sure the rest of the guests can keep him occupied. Besides if he finds either of us, he's going to kiss us. Make no mistake," he said with a grin before it faded. "I'm not nice."