Sam’s right about that. This was in the very core of Iseul, maybe every fae. Even if he didn’t particularly like all the guests at his party, he did very much like throwing them. Iseul liked excelling at the things he enjoyed: hosting, designing clothes, those sorts of things.

He offered the faintest ghost of a smile to Sam, gone almost as quickly as it formed. He tilted his head, returning the bow of Sam’s. “I thank you for attending, Sam. Please expect an invitation in your own name for my next event.” Which may or may not be a fashion show… Hope you like fashion, Sam.