Conversations and revelry. Both obscure the murmur forced from his lips, his shoulder recoiling in gentle fashion. He attempts to redirect his energy into being productive. Hands clasp together and flatten his stomach. Prim, proper, graceful and poised. He lifts his chin and looks across the dancefloor.

"No. I think everybody is interesting."

Being a scholar of the mind, there is opportunity to learn from everyone inside the crowd. He laughs lightly at some novel joke. All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others.

"Though some are more interesting than others." He gestures a hand. "Not that I intend rudeness. We are all different people; naturally we gravitate towards personalities that match."

Ergo, some are indeed more interesting than others.