Seren is at least trying to stay a bit further back to not be noticed immediately, but considering who he is following, he probably has a very good idea on who exactly is tailing. Not that it would stop him.

He grins as one of the other party-goers intercepts him, giving quiet pleasantries before he takes a flute of champagne from a waiter. He quickly is able to get away, thankfully, and he sips at the flute before he continues onward. He needs to move. Quick.