Gortash sees the man approaching bit by bit but doesn't seem to openly acknowledge until he is nearly there, politely asking his conversational companion to excuse him. Duty calls, and this won't have been the first of the night. It's not infrequent and has been a good sign; the people here are accepting his presence, as a nominee in poorer favor with the public might be outright ignored.

He tries not take in too much of him at once, but he did dress for the part whatever his intentions. The lavish is a different look for him, but if matters were different, it would not be at all unwelcome.

That thought alone has him setting his untouched glass aside -- an attendant with a tray expertly bends to catch it. Rather than wait for another introduction? He's getting up. When again he apologizes to the noble that has been speaking to him -- sudden need to step away -- he considers inviting him to follow, but at the last instant he lets it go. "Business calls, but we will continue later if you are feeling so inclined."

He beelines for the nearest stairwell.