He can't count how many times he's been on this balcony this evening with tray in hand and a selection of made up drinks and appetizers assorted with tiny napkins. He's almost pushed about four or five people off already. The malice and ill mannerisms he had shown his former co-workers was getting progressively worse.

He knows there is a human soul nearby and not within the party. Suffice to say he's waiting for him to come back down from wherever he went and that serene smile is plastered all over his face as if he'd love nothing more than to catch someone doing something wrong.

"Needed air?" is his gentle comment even if it was more along the lines of 'were you trying to escape?'