Wade stifled a laugh. Hurt his feelings? It would take a lot more than that to hurt his feelings. In fact, Wade wasn't sure it was possible to hurt his feelings. Frankly, he didn't want to find out. He took her arm and looped it through his right before resting his left hand on top of the hand that now rested in the crook of his arm. "It would take a great deal more to hurt my feelings, hon. I have thick skin. Literally, but I will take you up on that offer." Wade glanced at their now joined arms and back at Nightwisp. "Sorry, but unfortunately you're going to have to pretend to like me in there. I prefer my covers to be at least half-way realistic." He winked and started to lead the way as they walked towards the main door. Once they were inside, he did his job and shook hands with the right people.
He'd spent a while developing his "Ryan Woods" persona. As far as this crowd would ever know, Wade was a wealthy young entrepreneur who made his money as an arms dealer. He made his way through the crowd, offering smiles at the right times, all the while keeping Nightwisp on his arm. He stopped next to a pillar and leaned in next to her ear. He spoke softly though it was intended to be heard by others. "I'll be back in a few minutes, sweetheart. I'm going to go get some drinks. Why don't you meet me on the other side of the room, alright?" He brushes his lips over her cheek before making his way to the bar. He grabbed a scotch and a cognac for her before making his way towards the corner, though he gradually adjusted his trajectory so that he'd "accidentally' collide with Mr. Charles. As he planned, his shoulder collided with the older gentleman and his scotch spilled over the man's shirt. Wade appeared flustered. "Sir, I apologize; I'm so sorry, my mistake. I'm seeing that new girl, over there and I'm a bit flustered, to say the least. She's captivated me, sir. I apologize, truly." Wade gestured to the corner where Nightwisp couldn't be seen but he could've been referring to any girl in the room. He gently palmed the man's shoulder and leant forward to speak in his ear, slyly sticking a mic and tracker onto the inside of one of the man's belt-loops. "Young love and all, sir. I'm sure you understand." The man offered a nervous nod before swiftly making his way up the staircase, having broke out in a sweat.
Wade turned away, a satisfied smirk on his lips once again. He made his way to the corner and saw Nightwisp in the shadows. He gestured towards the bathroom, an unspoken cue he hoped she caught onto. They would take on the facade of a happy, drunken couple making their merry way to the bathroom to hook up. No, Wade just wanted to listen in on whatever conversation Charles was having. Wade arched an expectant eyebrow at the woman he'd met earlier, hoping she was at the caliber he'd anticipated her to be.