Magnus and Dominic
Dominic had, admittedly, been more comfortable staying in the seating area. He knew how to dance and he wasn't actually as much of a stick in the mud as he could appear, but all the people he knew were younger than him and he wasn't sure if he was meant to dance with them like he might have done when he was younger. He vaguely regretted not bringing his sketchbook, but his sister definitely would have laughed at him if he'd sat there sketching all night.
He moved carefully, trying not to knock anything with his wings. Gentle death and his brother sleep. He smiled a little. "Oh, about as much as one can have when half supervising children at a party where someone's spiked the punch," he replied with a laugh. "How about you?"