"I've gone by many names in my time. In the world before I was Doctor Mement-" The Socialite was so caught up in meeting a fellow doctorate holder that he forgot that he no longer counted. His credentials meant nothing in the Neath and he needed to remember that. He cleared his throat, effectively erasing his mistake, and smiled. "Let us forget all the formalities of names. I am known as the Morbid Socialite, though many to whom I am quite close refer to me as Maury. I pray there are close compatriots to be found in this class. Those of the scholarly sort already seem to be in attendance." With such a bold claim, the Socialite winked, flashing a charming smile in the Maven's direction. In all things, flattery was key to progress, so he thought. It was only natural that his charm be bolstered in an attempt to create smooth connections. Such was the way of the socialite and such was the way of the Morbid sort.