Vincent was turning over again his decision to come to this thing, in his mind. Debating how long it had been and if he was still required to stay or not. Ophelia was at least having fun, flitting about and chatting, occasionally just taking a break where she'd perch against his shoulder.

Right then he was taking refuge against the outskirts, near the music. Not quite hiding, as the gauntlet on his left arm stood out, as did the red mantle. Relaxed though, and listening to the music, watching others, as Ophelia was amusing herself too by dancing.