Drystan did not have the reputation for being the most approachable of players. He was patient with fans and willing to answer reasonable or intelligent questions for any polite representatives of publications, and attended a large number of social and charitable events, though it was usually at his teammates' behest, and he was more often than not the tall lurker in the back. So it was beyond him why this night, of all nights, acquaintances were demanding his attention from the moment he'd stepped through the door. He was accosted by the representative from the Department of Magical Games and Sports whose name he did not care about, but who insisted on pressing Drystan for his opinion on Rocco Molina's death, then making eyes at the woman on his arm.
That was certainly enough of that. Waving the wizard away with a sour glance, he glanced at the elusive Miss Zeller with a quirked eyebrow, smirking slightly at her rolling eyes.
"You're very good," he told her with a note of amused approval as there was a lull in greeting acquaintances and making small talk. Watching her from the corner of his eye, he was reminded of the lengths to which he had gone in order to involve himself in her life. The downside to this, of course, was that the woman was far from aware of how immersed he had succeeded in becoming (particularly in the financial aspects), but that might have been for the best.
"We've been here at least a half hour, and you've completely refrained from demanding why I elected to escort you here."
To be fair, she had completely refrained from demanding anything.
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