He does not become immediately defensive which is helpful. He seems pleasant even, polite. Mab drifted further into the room, two fingers traveling along a wooden side table as her gaze moved first around the room taking it in and finally back to the man inside. "And have you found anything interesting to look at?" She asked him, some humor in her voice. Her drifting took her much closer to him, close enough that even toned down her coloring looks a little odd. Maybe she doesn't get out much.

His hair, she notices, is on the long side. It is a common length among the high Fae but not as common in adult males that she has met. And he carries a feel of magic but not fae. Not quite witch either. Curious. The sounds of the party are muted and the room itself feels more intimate, like a fire and a good book on a rainy day. "I do not believe we have met."