"Who is Peter?" He gives a little tilt of his head, "And you should tell me a bit more of your work, Doctor. My memories of what you told me are a little hazy. Who can remember such fine details ere our 'competition'?"

He takes a sip of his wine, his own posture becoming more relaxed. He's perfectly happy socializing like this; there's no work for him to do here. The rest is good form and patience.

"...A wild party? One with too much drinking and singing, perhaps?"