Jonathan had left Edward and Marcus at their table, guessing that the bodyguard could easily keep the man entertained (and considering when he left, Marcus had been juggling whiskey bottles, he had a feeling it was a safe bet), in order to make the rounds of the room and do the sociable 'upstanding doctor' routine, as well as keep an eye on the rather well gone Enigma as she flitted about. Spotting a guest of interest, he grabbed two champagne flutes from a passing waiter, approaching Lois from behind, raising one within her eye line as paused from her exchanges.
“Drink?” he offered, sipping his own glass, a touch of Scarecrow's smirk on his lips as he watched her. For some reason the young reporter fascinated him, a mind as sharp as any he had faced before, hidden behind a charming smile.
She was one of the rare women in any world that could hold his attention longer then 'I wonder what you fear'. Which probably meant he should stay far, far away from her...but he was never good at not playing with what he shouldn't.