Osreor and Open - Wallflower
The incubus couldn't help but be incredibly curious about the speed dating night. He couldn't bring himself to actually sign up for it. He probably would have gone for it when he still had his voice and his gift of persuasive speech, but without it... It would be better to observe. Much better. He could learn so much just by doing this. It was fun to watch them, and easy for him to discern which dates were going well and which ones weren't so great. As he paid attention to a few students in particular, he got some very specific ideas about things they liked, and sometimes based on that could guess even better than the people on the dates about who would be good matches.
He loitered by the refreshments table, holding a cup half full of punch that he wasn't going to drink. He'd noticed a couple of his current marks on dates and paid them attention, as well as noticing a few people he hadn't before, people he might want to get to know better. He also realized he was being noticed by a few people as well. He was still the new guy, the new guy that most people knew nearly nothing about. He wasn't going on dates, but he was there. He was dressed nicely, would have fit in well with the dating crowd. Instead, he stayed apart from it all, deep in thought.