[ Because she's a recent acquisition, buddy. Clay can only watch from afar as the businessman swoops in and he lip reads the first question or two while grinding his teeth into silent replies and curses. He's hardly surprised this is what happens as soon as her date is stuck in queue to talk to a bartender. At least Clay doesn't have long to stew, the feeling of someone staring at him gets a voice through the chatter surrounding him. ]

Is that you, Clay? Where were you all summer?

[ Clyteus is annoyed until he places the voice to a face. Seeing it's his lawyer of about... thirty years, he grins and embraces the other suit and tie with a laugh. ]

Beach, man. It was too nice of a summer to not go down south for a week or two, huh? [ Sunbathing. So much joyful sunbathing. ] What about you, how's the wife? The little monsters?

[ He catches up with Gyorgy for the rest of the wait until he walks away with two martinis - one dirty, one plain, both with Grey Goose - and both a lot more than he liked to pay, but c'est la vie. The men exchange farewells before the dragon returns to Cadence's side. He clears his throat and cocks his head at the man before smiling at Cadence. ]

Which one for you, dear? Can't remember if you told me your opinion on olives or not.