[ His masculinity is pretty fragile, okay? Best to let him struggle through on his own.

Gojyo pops a shrimp into his mouth and chews thoughtfully, trying to appear casual as he scans the room. ]

Maybe.

[ There's one -- no, two -- groups of old gods and their shinki already here, sticking together in tight little color-coded groups. That's interesting. ]

That lot certainly don't show up to most of the regular parties. Maybe they know something we don't.

[ Then there's the invitation-only door... he glances up, pretending to admire the, what, ceiling? Architecture? But really seeing if he can spot any additional security measures. Not that he can see magical barriers. ]

I bet this whole place is shielded. [ And that's not really a comfort, is it? ] Think that'll stop folks from gettin' out, too?

[ Maybe they should, ah. Go identify a couple more exit points. ]