Will picked his head up to look at the lady who had addressed him. She had the look of a woman who was very in command of herself, and such piercing eyes- normally the sort of woman who he would go out of his way to get to know. He smiled, although it didn't reach his eyes.
"Enjoying is such a subjective term," he said, straightening up a little. "The party is fine. I am the problem." He really should make some sort of effort to pull himself together and not be such a misery-guts.