Sergius raised an eyebrow, leaning forward to peer more closely at the young man, who normally spoke up first. "Sebastian?" He said, letting the cigar smoke curl up into the air like ghosts. "What does Beth mean?" He asked, shifting to the edge of his chair to look at the young man. "I thought we all understood the plan for the evening."
Sebastian was not the sort to attempt such things without discussion. He was smart, quick to think on his feet, but Sergius could not imagine him pushing for such a thing when their success at Lord's Hurst party had been such a cornerstone of their plans.