Cade had noticed the dusky woman in the black and gold dress heading in his direction from a few meters off. It had given him enough time to look his fill without ogling Angelina Johnson to her face. If his recollection of her from Hogwarts was correct, that probably wouldn't have gone over too well. Cade wasn't really a breast man, but the ones filling out that gorgeous dress were truly impressive. And he was certain he'd seen enough cleavage that evening, charmed and not, to be a decent judge. The dress's low neckline and the simple gold chain plumbing its depths drew the eye, and he didn't bother trying to resist the lure.
By the time Angelina reached the bar, however, Cade had gone back to observing the interactions in the crowd. The last thing he expected was to actually be addressed by her, so there was a slight pause of surprise after that greeting. But he recovered quickly enough, even deigning to offer the slightest of wry smiles. "Either you've got a strange definition of fun, or you're bored out of your skull."