Finel hummed, glancing about as they swayed. If he'd been as prone to contemplation as he usually is without the pleasant haze of the drink, he might find the comment a little wounding. The type accustomed to such a setting.

"It's true, I have grown accustomed to these sorts of things in the past few years. But this one is already much more enjoyable than any of those." He wings a particular smile at Quentin.

"What sort of parties do you have in your world?"