"Aye, that'd be me." He switches his champagne to his other hand and holds his out for a polite shake, smiling at the woman. She's gorgeous, and the kind of person who makes Davin stand up a little straighter. And he thinks he may feel his magic tingling a bit, like it does in the presence of someone or something powerful.

He knows the Coombs are apparently the enemies of the Thorntons, one of which he's now dating, but Davin isn't going to let that cloud his judgement. He came to this dinner with an open mind and ready to formulate his own opinion about these people he's never met. "It's nice t'meet ya, but you've got one on me. I'm afraid I don't know your name."

Maybe he should have prepared for this. Made Coombs flashcards or something. He hopes he isn't coming off as rude.