That's quite all right, Adrian figures it's the effort that counts, and although he's very good at keeping it to himself, he definitely appreciates the choice of costume. And the compliments, which earn Evan a warm smile.

"I'm very pleased to hear you're enjoying yourself, thank you." He pushes the short cape back from where it's fallen over his shoulder and offers his hand. "Adrian Veidt. I hope time proves you wrong about your belief that this will be the only time you drink with kings in Baedal."