Cliffjumper would be correct, if Mirage knew. It was polite by only the thinnest of margins. The priest raised a brow ridge, but nodded slowly.

"Hm. I should be able to attend, though my cohort may already have plans for the evening...?"

Mirage turned to glance over at Cliffjumper, seemingly in casual askance.

::It's your call. They aren't an ambassador, so you can blow it off if you feel the need.::

Giving Cliffjumper an out for a unimportant event and saving the minibot's patience for something that was actually crucial seemed a bit more wise.