No, you don't. [Rhys glances around the room, his dark eyes taking in all the guests with an almost palpable contempt, a side he seldom let anyone see, before he smiled again.]

It's one of the advantages about being secretly trysting with such a wicked fellow as me. No one will blame you if I drag you off. [He looks back at the younger man, his smile turning wolfish.] I might just do that, anyway, with or without your permission. If you came willingly it might cause less of a scene, though. Unless you're in the mood for moonlit rooftop chases ...