""Adventure" is one word for it," He responds to Charlotte grimly. ""Mess" is another." Despite the rather tumultuous atmosphere of the park, he had managed to get his nerves to settle again. The day had long since promised to be bad, but Devan Vikena was... one to take things in stride, if it could be helped. The tinge of worry at the back of his mind told him that Charlotte was probably feeling much worse off in this matter, that having to deal with all of this drama regularly was bound to drive any person insane.
He didn't know what he could realistically do to help, but he was going to try.
"Dr. Williamson," He greets the gentleman with an inclination of his head, "It's a pleasure."
He does not comment on the fact that he watched this good doctor threaten the life of a man with a knife immediately upon arrival to the park, but it presses at the tip of his tongue. Charlotte manages to pull him from his thoughts to inquire about why he was here exactly and how his trip went. He wants to say something spiteful about his parents, to really act the victim in all of this but-- company. He clears his throat, and says instead. "I might have been giving my parents some trouble, I was... hopping from job to job for a period."
He lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "My mother started to imply that perhaps I needed a suitor to keep myself busy. I think my father just wanted me out of the house."
And out of the house, he was. Dumping him off at the Vikena Estate was not only lazy, it was an issue. His mother knew he was far too unpleasant to properly court anyone, or at least, that he would struggle quite a bit. "The ride over was mundane," he admits, a touch lighter. "Quiet, even. I feel as if I missed something terribly exciting though, with all of the drama that I saw this morning."
And with that, John begins to speak, telling Charlotte how his night went prior. Devan tunes into this, leaning on his elbow to give him his full attention. He takes a careful sip of his tea, scalding his tongue and silently cursing himself. All in all, by description alone, it sounds as if John didn't have the worst time. "Sounds like it was fun," he says affably, "Almost regret not having been there myself."
Not that he was much of a socialite, but he was well enough at pretending to be one.