At some point before vanishing from sight, Iseul makes it a point to chat with most, if not all, of his guests. His focus is on those he doesn't know well or at all. Those are the people he chooses to spend more time with, trying to get some knowledge of who they are and taking note. There's no interaction too small that it can't be leveraged at some point with enough time and effort.

He wanders close to Sam once, looking very much like he intends to engage him in conversation before sharply veering off in another direction. Thankfully, given Sam's height, it isn't easy to lose him in the crowd. A few minutes later, when Iseul appears in front of him again, he has a folding stepstool in hand. Without a word of explanation, and as if it's the most commonplace of things to do, he merely unfolds the stool, sets it directly in front of Sam, and then steps on it.

"Greetings, dear guest," he intones with a polite smile that does nothing to brighten his eyes. However, the words and his cordial tone should indicate that Iseul is the host of this event. "I do hope you're enjoying the hospitality. Though," he pauses, looking thoughtful. "I'm afraid I've not yet had th e pleasure of making your acquaintance."