Iago always had an eye on Rex, so he normally wasn't too far away, but he had to just...get away. Iago was a social creature, prone to falling into conversation with almost anyone about anything. He enjoyed it- thrived on it, and was actually grateful for this little party, despite the fuss he had kicked up about actually going.

There was alcohol in a cup in his hands, though he didn't touch it, preferring to keep it for aesthetic purposes, rather than functional. Alcohol caused so many side effects he didn't want to experience in a crowd. He would rather save that for when he really wanted his thoughts to fade into a buzz.

Threading his fingers through his hair, he found a wall that he could lean against and kept part of his attention on Rex across the room and part of it on the people around him.