Evan was attending a party hosted by Count Valtor de Montaigne, with you as his partner for the night. They were his personal confidante and advisor, after all.

Evan didn't like parties, and he wouldn't have attended this one if it wasn't a good chance for him to meet new people, recruiting people to his cause if he found any. He'd have to be careful though. If the words of him planning a rebellion ever got out, it would be his neck on the line.

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling them closer to him to whisper in their ear subtly. "We've been engaging with people long enough," he says, leading them to the dance floor. "I'm feeling stiff and I need to move," he said, knowing it was mostly an excuse.