Adam gave a shy smile at her comment, muted and knowing in a way he felt no inclination to explain. "Some other night, then," he said. He looked back to his new acquaintance, pleased to see Naea had not been left alone for the entire evening, at least. "Good to meet you, Brighid." He straightened up, releasing Naea's arm; his hand moved to smooth a nonexistent wrinkle from his deep blue tuxedo coat, its black lapels shining in the bar's strange light. "Glad you two could make it. You're at Pax, too?"