Eames himself also needed a bit of a break, more from a particular pixie who was far too curious and far too bad at hiding it than the party itself. Treading the outskirts of the crowds, it was easy to spot Clive. A human unattended, looking none to pleased to be here. An unwilling participant in the contest, no doubt.

He sidled over, looking out over the room with a slight edge of distaste in his expression, and leaned a little to speak to him.

"I've heard it's a bad idea for humans to be on their own at this kind of thing."