Ibix watches the strange proceedings with a detached air.  These women had fire, and were rather attractive even for Dragon-Blooded.  She listens discreetly from several feet away, missing the quieter bits but catching the heated words easily.  After she's done politely playing Monk for the evening, maybe she could trip one of those pretties for a little while, before her next assignment...<br/><br/>As things cool down quickly, Ibix relaxes, it would have been expected of her as one of the two "monks" present to intervene to keep the peace, and she didn't relish the possibility that she might have to knock some heads together, especially pretty and likely influential heads such as these.  Normally a nice fight would serve to warm the blood, but tonight she's just keeping cool.<br/><br/>Returning to her duties of mingling and running at the mouth, she steadily grows more and more weary of the mindless tedium of societal hospitality.  After this party, she might just need a good match, to get her going again.  Conquering some rowdy always makes her feel better.  This social scene was REALLY not her thing, even if she was fairly good at it.