It might not seem very notable that Tybalt doesn't argue this stance, and gamely tucks his wand back into his pocket. But it is, because if Tybalt really wanted to ruin the party, he would've done so by now. Luckily, he's been lulled into self-satisfaction by the laughter, and it's an agreeable state.

He leans a little conspiratorially closer, wishing he had sunglasses very much to stare across the scene. "What's a good bet worth these days? I've heard your ear's close to the ground."

He hasn't.