The Socialite flinched and finally turned. "Wait! You... don't have to go. I shall attempt to be good company, if you will spare me the time. I cannot guarantee I will be at all joyous, but I shall not be dour. Of course, you are free to choose your seat regardless of my wishes, but do not feel as if I am running you off. Please..." He was genuine, reaching out to another soul for companionship. He would find it regardless, but if the Maven wished to stay, there would be no complaint.