Horror was occupying the space beside him with such entitlement and purpose that there was absolutely no room for doubting it belonged to her or that she had been there all along. He accepted the glass with a small bow and a wide smile. Not necessarily a pleasant one, more like one of those clowns painted on their faces, but it was probably one the hostess would appreciate.
"Thanks for the invite!" Having no regard for the personal space of others, Deimos leant in and sniffed.
"You smell very beautiful, pretty lady. Like another lady I know, though she isn't much of a lady and doesn't want to be one, either. But the word 'lady' dances funny dances on the lips, don't ya think?"