His reply comes in the form of a sigh shortly after sipping at the increasingly-lukewarm coffee. "Right, right..."

Any food he could hope to get the rest of the night was no doubt going to be acquired at least twelve yards away from her, he knew, but at the moment he didn't have the stomach to get up and risk accidental mingling. It always seemed to happen to him in the most uncomfortable ways possible, after all.

Even so, that didn't keep him from scanning the ebb and flow of bodies around them for familiar sights. "I don't see the sorceress from last time. Zatanna."