He stood stock straight, blending in with the rest of the guests thanks to Pen's help with the attire, but he still felt out of place. The silk band holding his hair back tickled the back of his neck, and the neck and cuffs of his suit felt too tight. He didn't like events like this - but Lucius had, at one point, been a dear friend. He wasn't sure if he ever would be again, but it felt rude not to come when invited.
Shrewd black eyes watched the man make his way through the crowd, taking one step into his way and handing him one of the two champagne flutes he had plucked off the nearest waiter's tray. "Lucius." He greeted, bowing his head slightly. "Congratulations."