[Setting: A lavish garden party hosted by the Riot Club at a stately mansion. James Leighton-Masters stands near a cluster of guests, his gaze subtly fixed on a familiar figure approaching.]

Leighton-Masters: smiling warmly “Well, if it isn’t the most captivating person at this gathering. You have a way of making even these grand occasions feel like a private soirée. How delightful to see you here, my dear friend. Do tell me, have you been enjoying the festivities?”