Damian and Pepper
They'd met earlier in the evening, getting all the necessary introductions out of the way. Damian didn't have much patience or interest for guarded or even thinly veiled conversations that his father had effortlessly mastered. He'd also yet to finish forming an opinion of one Tony Stark. He may have been a genius and one his father's closest friends but...
In contrast, Pepper's reputation spoke volumes compared to Stark's resume. From what Damian had heard, she was organized, efficient... basically the complete antithesis of her employer. While there wouldn't be any discussions about vigilantism, Damian had a feeling that Pepper would be more than able to hold her own in a business discussion.
At the moment, she was separated from her date, by choice most likely. Damian caught her eye and gave her a slight nod.
"Ms. Potts. Or should I be addressing you as 'sister' for the night?"