"Egos? Oh yes. I imagine it cannot be helped in a gathering of the sort." She had her own, massive ego, took one to know one. She moved silently over to the fainting couch and settled down for the moment, watching him thoughtfully. He looked like a rouge. All the hair both normal and facial. But a little twitchy too? It was hard to say, something felt ... off. Like he wasn't fitting quite right into his skin.

She sipped from the cup and studied him for a moment longer. Just long enough to make things really uncomfortable. Finally she broke it, "May I ask how you know our hostess?"