Ahph Wixilan allowed a rather agitated sigh escape from his mouth as he watched Priscilla being pulled away but not one, but two people again, and he turned his attention to his boy as James returned. James seemed a little like his feathers were ruffled, and after taking his wine with one hand, allowed the other to rest in James' soft hair as his boy seemed to lean against him. His voice was hushed as he spoke about the party, his clear displeasure eminent as he watched the scenes unfold, the music start, and obviously, his intentions being interrupted. Didn't any of these people know about manners? About how if someone like the host was talking, then they'd still be able to mingle with the hostess later on? "It may seem we're not going to be staying for too long tonight, my love. It seems we'll have to connect with Ms. Perkins later on, when there's not so many rude members of society around." He allowed his fingers to gently tease and twist strands of James' hair before turning his attention from the party to his slave. Out of all those that were there, it seemed that James was one of the more well dressed ones, and obviously less chatty of them. Then again, Ahph gave zero fucks about any one else. He kept the reassuring hand on James' head as he pondered about the situation, and when it should be the time to move. He was quite content to sitting here and drinking his wine, and he only turned his eyes back to James when his boy had stated the wine tasted awful, and gave a light chuckle in amusement. Seeing how good James was with alcohol and with everything going around them, it was a miracle his boy was there with him. Had he not, Ahph would've happily stolen Priscilla back without any single fucks in the world. It was a Gordanassi trait, he was sure. While they were mostly peaceable, they were always -- always-- on the hunt. "It's an acquired taste. Let me finish my wine, and then we will go fetch you another drink. Perhaps one of those "strawberry vodka" things humans used to like all the while in the past? I do not know what they're called, but it sounds rather flavorful," Ahph pointed out, thinking about it for a long moment. It had been a very long time since Ahph had engaged in the wonders of drinking, and he wasn't going to let himself have too much. This drink, after all, didn't taste as good as the standard drink of the Gordanassi people. The culture different was amazed. He started to saunter in slow moves with James next to him -- leaving the two semi-full glasses of wine -- to bring James back towards the bar. He sipped his drink as they walked, their motions fluid and gentle, and quite honestly, he enjoyed having James pressed up against him like ht was. "Tell me, James. What got you all nervous and closed off? You were so excited to be coming to the party. Are you nervous because there's a lot of people around now? Please do not hide stuff from me, my darling. I want to know what's going on in your head, and how to help you." The arrived at the bar, and he pulled out one of the stools for James to sit in. Ahph was in no mood to sit as he let his eyes glass over the party again. As he set the empty wine glass down, he ordered one of those crankberry or crowberry (he means cranberry) and vodka drink, and passed on his own. This alcohol wouldn't get him anywhere drunk, and while the idea of seeing James being drunk amused him, it wasn't the time nor place to get him drunk. That was a private affair. He let his hands coast over James' back, resting one in the small of his boy's back as he leaned in and whispered quietly, "You're being such a good boy for me, James. Honestly. Maybe we'll have a nice long session when we get home, and maybe I'll let you pleasure yourself." It was a gentle reminder that James had to be good to receive his reward, and as it was standing, James was being very good. It pleased Ahph.

The night had started with avid hands wrapping the tie around his neck first, giving it a rather avid attention to an Eldredge tie knot, which twisted and turned and eventually sat on the crevice of where his collar bones met neck and right above his sternum. The knot was important to Ahph, who was dressed in rather human like clothing, which included a nice, long pair of dress slacks, rather shiny shoes and a comfortable set of shirts underneath a blazer made the look important. He didn't mind going as the green skinned male he was, and he gave a long debate with himself on whether or not he wanted to use his ability and make himself look "normal." Dismissing the idea, he set himself with the small gift he'd bring to the party, which was nothing but a rather small box which contained earrings for the hostest herself, and went to check on James, who would be his partner for the dance. He had, thus far, enjoyed his time with his young male slave, the way he worked hard to please Ahph while proving to be an equally challenging product of the buy. Ahph didn't hate it one bit. The purchase was something he needed, and the companionship within the small, dusty apartment was useful. He had tied James' knot on his tie in the same fashion of his own, straightened his boy's collar and jacket, and reminding him that, should be be an extremely good boy tonight, the chastity cage would come off, and that he would be able to orgasm that night. He had kept his boy nice and locked up since they arrived at home the day Ahph brought him home several days ago, and he was sure the need for that sexual release was prone to make James be such a good boy for him. He wouldn't leash or chain James to him, but would keep an eye on his boy, should he decide to wander off out of distance from Ahph's immediate vicinity at the party. Once both he and his pet were ready, Ahph led the way through several streets and on a few public hovercrafts before finding themselves at the entrance of the Perkin's estate, which seemed dazzling and large. It wasn't that Ahph was jealous, but he was rather awed by the residences in the city compared to the small tents he was used to in Arthulon. Forty years, he decided, has been far too long to see the changes that seemed to grow throughout the wonderful city. Dismissing his thoughts, he rested his hand on James' hip and ushered him towards the door, humming quietly as he debated what he wanted to do. He wanted to ask Pris to dance, and would hopefully engage in a wonderful conversation with her, but the tag along of James would make it a little harder to keep an eye on him while dancing. He'd figure it out, he was sure, balancing both on a rather precarious scale that would allow him to not only assert his power over his slave, but rope himself into a more interesting relationship with Ms. Perkins. Stepping inside, he dusted his tuxedo off and gently nudged James towards the servant,"Take the ticket. Then follow me, sweetheart." He gave his boy a reassuring smile, turning his attention to stepping towards where he heard the music, knowing James wasn't far behind. He stayed closer to the walls, watching what little guests had arrived thus far and looked at James,"What would you like to do while we're here today? I do wish to ask our lovely host if she would like to dance at some point, but until then, and then afterwards, you're all mine. Would you want to dance? Perhaps have one alcoholic drink? You make your voice known; as long as you're good, you will receive." And it was true. Ahph withheld things his slaves wanted when they were naughty, but returned and gave when they were good. It was, to him, one of the ultimate ways of training.