"It's better not to get in the way, really. Especially if you haven't pasted your face all over the magazines. You never know whether those drunken idiots will recognize you in time." He grinned, took another drink of his wine, and resisted his urge to lean forward and set his elbows on the table. The man had met his mother. "Although I don't think anyone would hit you." He was so ... unassuming.