"Nah. There's no one here I hate enough t'punch in the face." He was only half-joking. The tiny Marquess was a force to be reckoned with when his temper got the better of him, which happened to be more often than not. But unless someone did him an ill turn tonight, like deliberately tossing their drink on him, he was going to be dead set in party mode.

"Care t'join in for a drink or two?" He offered. "I'm buying tonight."