Malcolm hadn’t actually expected Roman to show up at the dinner party when he’d invited him. He was sure that the boy would be invited to other parties, as he had, and wouldn’t want to attend something that was carefree. Which really just meant getting completely drunk would be frowned open in comparison to at a pool party. “I hope you’re having fun here. These parties are either boring or way to eventful.” He smiled as he approached the boy, offering him a glass of champagne.