The corner of her mouth twitched at his tone. Sometimes Kennet's dry humor was perfect, wasn't it? Another time, her appearing at his door in such an ensemble would have had a much different tone. As it was, she just hadn't taken the time to change out of her outfit. It would have given one of her fellow witches time to try and bring her back to the party. Briefly, she considered wrapping herself in shadows as a show of good faith.
But Kennet had seen her in less.
Elia slipped past him when he stepped aside, hardly giving the familiar trailer a second glance. She had been there often over the years, and it had remained reliably static. Warm, inviting in its own way. She took a seat at the table just as he placed the glasses there, murmuring a vague thanks. Within the next few moments, she was pouring rich, dark wine into each of them. "I hope you don't take this wrong, but not even you could be tempting enough to keep me at the party. I find that I'm disinterested in enjoying the thinned Veil or anything else related to the holiday. So I consider you excellent company."