Samandriel + open
Most public settings weren't places Samandriel found it easy to maintain any sort of calm especially without his violin. This was different. This was a party, an actual party that Samandriel felt relaxed and welcome at. He didn't have to pretend that he was anything he wasn't. Everyone here either knew or wouldn't be at all surprised.
Sure there was some pretending going on, but that was just the course of humanity interacting with itself. There was a serene sort of smile on the young angel's face as he sat on the arm of one of the couches and just observed for a while, delicate glass of champagne in one hand.