One drunken party per week was more than enough for Patrick, and while this was as depressing as the Halloween party, it didn't feel as offensive. This was the Minister's home and not Eros. You were supposed to be respectable here. It was the detail that made the difference.
He arrived in brand new robes, a dark gray that changed to blue and green depending on the lighting. Patrick liked the blue because it brought out his eyes. He liked the fabric even more because it showed off his arse. Proper didn't mean ugly, although from the look of some of the robes, people weren't aware of the fact.
Getting a glass of champagne, he began to circulate. He could play the co-director and smile to the appropriate people for one night.