( he grins, slow and lazy, eyes flicking past Five toward a group of younger men and women. )

Missed something. Months of time, so it seems.

( the brief darkening of his expression, the loss of his grin for a grimace. he doesn't understand it, but that had been true: gone, probably, because everyone tells him he was, and then here. no memory of time between. )

Either way, love, I'm here for sport, on the request of those involved in politics. Did you know the young woman is a jealous lover, and her fiancee persuadable?

( he seems far too relaxed in his toga, and now with his glazed clay cup in hand snatched from a serving tray passing by. none of them are planned to survive the night. such is the way of excess. )

Roaming eyes. Easy to spot those ones, if you know what to look for.