She put her hand in his, rather than taking his into her own. Anne had fine-boned hands, put together delicate and long while the rest of her was comfort and curves. She smiled up at him as her grip playfully matched his, and it was even a real smile, a little smaller than the others but no doubt more pleasant. "I'm Anne. Have you been out attending early Christmas parties, Trenton?" The dark eyes slid down the suit and back up again.