The pretty drunk human-

"This is James." Zaveid takes a second but he mirrors the fake familiarity, adding his arm about her shoulders in return.

"He was admiring our costumes." And his gaze flicks to his hairline for a moment - the human thinks the horns are fake, Dove, and Zaveid's playing along-

"But I think he's had a bit much to drink. Probably time to get him a uber or something home, yeah?"