Ford was happy to be out tonight, but then he was always thrilled to be away from the Manor. Away from Xavier he could let his mind wander, and this place had drinks to boot. Ford lingered near the bar, sipping champaign and flashing false grins from behind his black mask. Stark knew how to throw a party, it seemed. He would have to make sure he stayed sober enough to not let his thoughts slip when he got back to the Manor, but he was certainly going to tread as close to that line as he possibly could. He smoothed the lapels of his suit down as his dark gaze moved over the redhead nearing him. Oh. Not bad.
"Heck of a party. You know this Stark fella?" It was the most conversational opening he could think of. He had no idea who Stark was himself, he was only here as the Professor had asked him to come. Best behavior and all that.