Adrian wasn't entirely sure why he'd bothered to come. He hated these bloody parties. Well .. that wasn't entirely true. Sure, he hated the parties, but it couldn't be said that he didn't know why he was there. Bloody confusing women. To be more specific, Daphne Greengrass. He'd pointed out that she could just ask him if she wanted company, but she'd shrugged it off. That should have been it, right? Of course, not. That would be too easy. Instead, he'd changed out of his regular jeans and a t-shirt and offered to escort his mother to the damned event. Elizabeth was there somewhere, mingling with the other ladies of society and Adrian was promptly bored.
He'd been leaning against the bar, drinking single glass of Ogden's when he'd spotted Pansy and a smirk slid across his face. Pushing away from the bar, he moved in her direction, moving around so he came up on her left side. "Alone, Pansy?"