The dance floor was bustling with people, investors from all around the world coming to meet the golden boy who invented the Hex Gates.

The sides of the ballroom were not lit quite as much as the rest of it, the music just a little calmer there. He watches as Jayce gets tailed around by investors, amused as he watches his partner get preyed on by people begging to speak to the Golden Boy Of Piltover, The Inventor of the Hex Gates, the newest most brilliant inventor.

He then watches somebody stumble off the dance floor, seeming to hate the crowd just as much as he does. He watches them walk over to the side, where it's quieter, and he contemplates speaking up for a long moment, wondering if they too hate the pressure to dance or mingle at balls and parties like this. He’s always hated crowds, and the more popular Jayce gets the more balls he has to attend, maybe being able to speak to someone similar would make the boring event more lively.

“Don't care much for dancing?” He asked, stepping over, his cane more like an accessory than an aid, his leg hadn't bothered him much recently, and since he had become the Dean of the Academies assistant, he didn't need to be on his feet as much as he did in Zaun. Jayce was usually the one up on his feet moving around the lab, writing on the chalkboard, spreading out papers or blueprints.