When the wind shifted and took the smoke right toward Leah, Evan quirked a bit of a smirk. It wasn't often that forces of nature sided with him, at least not anymore. But when they did? It always amused him. This was no exception. "Oh, sorry, did that hit you? I'll try to be more careful next time," he remarked, feigning sincerity, then turned around and looked over the streets. A nicer man might have offered the woman a cigarette, knowing her affinity for the cancer sticks, but Evan had nothing to worry about.
His eyes narrowed when she snatched up his second bottle of champagne. It would have been easy to let her get to him like that. Really easy. And truthfully, he was lying by claiming that it hadn't. But he refused to let her visibly get to him. "Well, welcome to the party, then," he gave an equally faux-sincere response, before bringing the cigarette to his lips for another drag. "The real party's down there, though. You could always go join them instead," he remarked, pointing down at the streets where a group of infected had congregated in front of another infected who'd probably recently been taken out.
"No, no. My invitations arrived just fine, don't you worry. The real party starts later. You know, when you leave," he snarked.