A shadow passing over Avery's face at the mention of Xander's name (of course he was being a cock and cheating on his girlfriend the first chance he got. How completely in character for him.) But Lyra was grabbing him and he looked down at her hand on his vest, slowly registering what she was saying. Archer was here. And he looked up, and finally got his first look at the Man (?) himself.
Really? Bras? Avery screwed up his face, because what the fuck? But also, look at him. Despite himself, he felt himself being drawn in, watching him more avidly than he was watching the sword fight. Archer Goldenhawk III really was a beautiful man, and photos didn't do him justice. Somehow being in person was far more captivating than any picture.
"We should- we should go..." Avery backed up, still watching Archer. But everyone was watching Archer, and that was kind of the point. "Lyra. Come on. While we have our chance." The imperative of the mission was working its way in, and he gripped her wrist to drag her away.