[ As he presses himself into the space Iorveth created: ] It's not them I want to gossip with.

[ Disdainful, dismissive. He has no desire to engage with these partygoers unless he's tormenting them. Perhaps, he thinks, he could spread a nasty rumor about the hostess. Ooh, or start some mass hysteria by claiming that there's an assassin hiding in the crowd tonight. ]

They're all painfully boring. But I'm sure we could make our own entertainment.

[ A thoughtful tap to his chin, then, ] I wonder how heavily guarded the rest of the items for auction are.