[And he takes the opportunity as soon as it presents himself. Getting yelled at by some rich bastard and his shitty, ruined, shoes was trying at his very... short patience. He takes a few steps aside when all attention was on the sparking pitcher, so... even though he's not fond of it, he taps into that borrowed power to blink himself away, to a darker corner of the room.

His stomach rolls and he's thankful he has very little in his guts to expel. He keeps everything in, choking back a gag. Ugh. How does Nyx do this? All the time??? His stomach wasn't meant for flashy, no sir.

Taking out his phone, holding back the chuckle. He doesn't respond, instead moving to where Ignis should be- just around the corner.

Arms crossing, brow quirked.]

I think I'm a little too big and brutish to be gettin' kisses from someone so high on the ladder, y'know? Save your lips for someone better.

But you're welcome.