Huh. How very unexpected. The back door to this particular balcony is hardly evident - frankly, no guest should have the reflex to use it upon noticing it. But then again, an ex-assassin whose only ties lie in an underground network that specializes in secrets would have a knack for finding the best escape routes. Really, Diluc is more surprised to see him attending the event at all. “ Tell me about it, ” he groans, nodding at his hands. Where he has one arm pressed on the railing for support, his other is upturned with a hot flame seemingly sitting on his palm. He knows better than to offer Ekagatta a share, though. The man’s hostile nature does not inspire much favor for charity, and his rancor for the swordsman has always been obvious. “ Why are you here ? ” he asks, deciding their being away from the festivities frees him from having to mince his words. “ This doesn’t seem like your scene. ”

“I was not excepting a guest this evening.”