Enjolras glanced around to be sure there were no cameras just now. The last thing he needed was to get caught up in the whole media thing with, well, Yolande Fucking Polignac. That would not end well for anyone here, and completely discredit him in the media before he'd really started.
He wasn't drinking himself, and didn't plan to after last week, but, he reminded himself firmly, as much as he wanted to go ahead and get out of here, there really was no polite way to do this, and he was attempting to make an effort, so... He gave her a small, polite nod.
"And the same." he suggested. "Are you having a good evening so far?"