Pardon Soleil and his lack of knowledge about the... well - about everything that was going on in the Corsican organization. He didn’t know who was who, or who disliked who for what reasons. And, because he was so uninvolved (for the most part) even within his own organization, he didn’t know who was who outside of the Corsicans even more than usual. Anyone at this party could be anyone at all - they could tell him that they were anyone at all, and he’d believe them. Perhaps this wasn’t the best crowd to be so gullible in, but he could only blame his own lack of involvement for being so.
That’s why he was almost eager to strike up conversations with as many people as he could throughout the night. Why he’d been complimenting almost everyone he came across on their appearance - it was a good way to start a conversation, and, from there, build a relationship, whether professional or personal. “That is a very nice suit,” he pointed out to the man whom he’d ended up beside. “Not my taste, exactly, but it looks very good on you.”