[Paul echoes the leaning in, always one to be intrigued by a conspiracy, before Viktor's comment surprises a bright, bell-like laugh out of him, his head tilted to the side like a curious bird.]

You could have convinced me otherwise.

[At the very least, that he didn't hate parties, and Paul indulges in a ripple of satisfaction at the idea he's good enough company to have made anything bearable. Even a party, which he knows can be ordeals.]

I don't think Palamedes likes them much either. [He lowers his voice, leaning in further over his knees.] If you two want to sneak off to your laboratory later, at this party or the next, I could provide cover for you. No one would suspect a thing.

[He really has no idea.]

But here's my price - I want to know the most obscure, challenging, and convoluted part of the balancing act you're working on. Deal?