His chuckle rumbled like a distant summer thunderstorm. "My order isn't celibate," he said, "and never have I been more thankful of that fact."
He wasn't fool enough to deny his attraction to her. Not only was it physical, but her disdain for such an egregious display of extravagance as this awards dinner kindled something inside his spirit, too. The society set wasn't his ideal social circle. He couldn't care less about celebrities and those who were famous just for being famous. He had too much to do, too many responsibilities to bother with such frivolous things. But an evening with a beautiful woman who wasn't afraid to express what she wanted? That was right up his alley.
He was about to agree to Diana's proposal to leave the event when the chaos outside the venue got his attention. Car horns blared, glass shattered, and steel crashed. "I'll have to take a rain check on our coffee, Diana," he said.
He was on his feet in an instant. Grabbing his pocket square, he pulled it out and it transformed back into the Cloak of Levitation, which settled on his shoulders just as he transmuted his suit to his blue combat robes. The cloak lifted him off the ground and he glided out towards the tumult, summoning bands of orange-gold eldritch magic around his forearms and wrists in preparation for the spellcasting to come.
Stephen would no doubt curse his bad luck later, but now he had work to do.