Julius is not dressed as a mage this evening, though he doubts anyone present has forgotten he is one. Maybe Susan herself, depending on how her world feels about magic, but he doubts it. Even on a relatively brief acquaintance, she doesn't strike him as someone apt to miss much. Still, he's dressed on a par with the standard of the party, not attempting to outshine anyone but not drawing attention as out of place.

Susan's comment earns the smallest quirk of a smile at the edge of his mouth, gone before it can truly take hold. "Your instincts don't seem to be steering you wrong, generally. But I would say, with this lot ... there's often an impulse to be seen as generous that can outstrip the genuine altruism. My first impulse would be to play them against each other, or even against their peers. Suggest someone else might be getting the praise they feel they deserve." He looks at her guests, thoughtful beneath a pleasantly bland expression. "I don't know any of them well, but I've met the one in the green tunic before. Not terrible, but tends to insecurity." A trait that can sometimes be unpleasant, but not without its uses.