Ramez was also people watching. He was standing in a corner cradling his wine as he observed everyone in attendance. Fisher, Slater, the two feuding lords of the underworld were high focus points for him. Lord Hurst drew his attention more often than not as did the Russian. Were these all competition? Hurst could possibly be associated with any of these "leaders" so that did make him a threat. How would Ramez go about it?
He set his eyes intently on a few people as he remained unobserved when a woman stepped infront of him, seemingly doing the same thing, and blocked his vision. With a disgruntled wrinkle of his nose, the Spaniard stepped forward and tapped her gently on the shoulder. "Pardon me, Senoria, but I am afraid you are obstructing my view of the party... just because I am not part of it does not mean I do not wish to witness it."