Harry raised an eyebrow, hands cradling his own glass, and his attention moving away from the chatter of other guests to Eward. "Lord Mountford-Miles." He greeted, but instead of growling, as the other man did, he was merely coldly polite.
"I was talking to Miss Rochester earlier. I'm surprised you aren't with her yourself." He said, swallowing a mouthful of wine. "Then again, I suppose you're keeping your romances secret now?"