Howl was rapidly departing the land of sobriety, himself. It was a state that did nothing to inhibit his chattiness, though the festivities did lack a certain something when compared to his coveted Ruby club reunions. Still, it wasn't bad.

And tipsy though he might be, it was rather impossible to miss Ashura, or more precisely, Ashura's outfit. It attracted his attention long before he payed much mind to who was actually wearing it. And while there was certainly no best-dressed competition going on, he couldn't just let it go, instead waiting for an excuse to drift into the other man's general vicinity.

"You're making me feel down-right under-dressed, you know." No preamble, or pretense of a hello. Instead, he simply took another long drink from his much-refilled wine glass.