Cain is concerned at first about Saturday's shaking hands, and is most certainly miffed when he hears her trying not to laugh from her position below them. But it's a good sign that she's coming back to her right senses, whatever on Holy Terra possessed her to do what she did besides.

While part of his mind is focused on watching Saturday shuffling about on the floor mopping up the remnants, he sees the hesitation and goes in for the kill.

"Surely it won't be a problem if I'm with you?" he asks demurely, like he's under the impression that she has the authority of the Lord General himself. "I wouldn't want to make any inconvenience, but it's only polite to escort a lady to her destination."

He lets go of her elbow, but then offers his own with an inviting smile. As distasteful as it is, it's a decent opportunity to learn something. She looks around the room, clearly a little torn about protocol, though Warp knows where she's expecting to find an answer. He can see that it's evidently a struggle of titanic proportions in her mind, but Cain's charm wins out in the end.

"I suppose - it can't do any harm..."

With some hesitance, she puts her hand through the crook of his elbow, seeming to forget almost entirely about Saturday, and he invites her to lead the way with a little dramatic flourish. "I just hope it's not inappropriate to be seen leaving a party early with me," he starts to joke as they walk away. And the staffer - honest to the God-Emperor - giggles. And just as they leave, at a moment of distraction, Cain turns his head to give Saturday a long-suffering look, and silently mouths a choice curse word.