Nikolai stayed silent, his eyes might be lost to gain the sight he needed as an astropath, but his other senses were sharp enough. The smell of wine and spices mingled with sweat and musk, the moans and cries in the air as well as the occasional brief brushes close to him told the man enough. While he was not gelded his desires were strictly controlled just as any other parts of his mind were. The smells, sensations and carnal melodies did not entice him, they merely reminded him of the imperial creed and the warnings of how the path to Chaos might begin.<br/><br/>It was not his place to complain however, merely to stand aside and wait till his captain was ready to leave or if his abilities were called upon. He doubted that at the moment though, it was far more likely the whole reason he had been brought along was either to remind him that he needed to unwind eventually, or to be on hand at the off-chance something were to happen.<br/><br/>Reaching aside to grasp a glass of wine the blind man tasted it silently, annoyance showing on his face as he sought to keep his head down and allow his hood to cover his face from the other guests. Nikolai Volkov was a psyker afterall, and did not need someone getting too curious. Reactions varied but at the same time be grimly thought the enslaved might be the only ones whose company he might hold. That in turn was something he did not consider a good idea. He could handle it, just dull the desire down, and drown it under the warnings about Slaanesh, of the corruption of excess.<br/><br/>Growling slightly at his situation the man finished his wine and and stepped aside once again. Somewhere close enough if needed but far enough to not disturb the guests engaging in their games.