Dominique flushed a bit when her and her father's eyes met before shrugging. She was of age, there was little he could do beyond those disapproving looks. Her gaze turned to Louis. "He's a good little brother, our shutterbug is, isn't he?" she said with a grin, sticking her tongue out playfully. "And I'll have you know I did not step on his toes or fall the entire night. Stumbled a bit, but no falling."