[ huh. kaveh looks. argalia, he thinks, is a young man with a grace to him that suggests he is used to functions like these, or at least speaking as if he does. he seems perfectly at home at fearne's arm. kaveh brightens. he hadn't known, he thinks, that fearne had someone to share her time with here, but he's rather grateful for it - after all, he'd sobbed right into her at that counter that night, and it didn't seem fair that she didn't have someone to go home to in the aftermath.

straightening, kaveh offers argalia a pleased nod. then: ]

Hey, now, Miss Fearne [ kaveh says, mock severe as he turns a grin to her, ] - why is it that Mister Argalia gets called 'ardently adored' and I get an entirely unflattering description? Did the love run out when you got to my name, hm?

[ then, to argalia: ] It's a pleasure, Mister Argalia. And believe me, I was just a little cog in this entire gala - it's all Ghost. I'm just pleased that people can enjoy it. [ with a conspicuous wink - ] Don't take Miss Fearne home too early, though, no matter what she says. We have music lined up for some proper dancing after the next few numbers, and it's be a shame if you didn't show her off on the dance floor.