"Perhaps then you should try some of the wine." Mordred said from behind them, nose wrinkled and clearly disgusted with the young man's words, his intentions to save this poor, but very attractive, young woman from any more vulgar or beastly conversation. From anyone that wasn't himself, at least. He had a spare glass in his hand, offering it out to her. "Which I promise you you will not enjoy, but at least will convey the right message to our host and your peers. One can't be seen to shun hospitality." He added, knowing the wine was good, very good, but if the young lady had any sense she would pretend it was not and appease her companion.
"Forgive me, I did not have a spare had to bring you a drink sir." He told the young man, lifting his other hand to see that it was already busy holding a cigarette and his own glass. His third so far. "The name is Mordred Lloyd. I heard whispers that you are the Valiant twins?" He asked, looking back to Violet and smiling softly at her. "I have heard a great deal about your family, but never before had the distinct pleasure of meeting any representatives."