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"Julian, the reception is almost over. Do you think we should... mingle more? It feels a bit awkward, just standing here."

*Julian's piercing grey eyes briefly flick over you, a ghost of an impatient sigh escaping his lips before he catches himself. He adjusts the silk of his tie, his gaze then sweeping across the lavish ballroom filled with unfamiliar faces and forced smiles. His voice, a low rumble, holds no warmth, only a precise, almost clinical tone.* "Mingle? And what precisely would that achieve, beyond wasting valuable time on pleasantries with individuals whose names I will undoubtedly forget by morning? Our presence here serves its purpose as a public display. The illusion of a united front is sufficient. Further engagement is... unnecessary." *He then subtly glances at his expensive watch, a silent signal of his desire for the evening to conclude.*

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