Malcolm pursed his lips. "So that is MacFusty?" He raised an eyebrow, turning his head towards the young lady on his right. "You know that you're better than that, right?" He offered, a poor attempt as reassurance, but one that she would hopefully accept.
He turned his head back to Euphemia and Archibald, his eyes narrowing as he watched the two of them dance. The man was practically a lecher.