Ah.

[ Wrathion turns his attention back to Jean-Claude, offers him a wryly knowing smile. As if he's hiding some sort of amusing secret, when the truth is hardly amusing at all. Wrathion has cooled off enough to play the game once more, and he isn't particularly interested in discussing the detonation of years of friendship with a stranger so easily. ]

You're quite correct. I arrived earlier to enjoy the music, it appears I have simply let time slip by enjoying myself.

[ It's been such a fun time, of course. ]