[Rhys has only come to this farce of a party because he thinks it might bother Sal and Di. He's not actually much for large celebrations like this, or at least ones where he has no control over the festivities. Besides, it'll probably make Cyrus uncomfortable, too, and that's always an enjoyable sight - the Greek thrown off but yet another completely ordinary event.

So the big man lurks, and when he sees his moment, he attacks. His moment being a time when Cy is talking to several other people - Rhys steps up behind him and slides a hand familiarly over the Runes professor's hip, smiling pleasantly at the other people talking to the Greek as he leans in to murmur softly in the smaller man's ear]

Wouldn't you rather be somewhere else, with my prick shoved up you to make you sing for me? Or I suppose we could just duck under one of these tables.