She was beautiful, of course. It seemed that almost all of the women of the Cirque were, which did lead Oliver to have some occasional moments of self-consciousness and self-deprecation that he, of course, kept to himself lest he come off as too focused on his flaws. And she was a good conversationalist, as they walked through the park. The topics were light, superficial, and Oliver didn't even know what she was, aside from being part of the burlesque show. She might have been something that wanted a dwarf-sized snack, for all that he knew, but he had faith in the rules of the Cirque.
"I do like the glow." He replied as they slipped into the limo, Oliver finishing off his punch in a slow gulp. "I was never one for Christmas spirit, myself." He admitted to her. "Too many functions to attend, too many expectations, too much pressure. But, here, away from all that, I find myself cheerful. Of course," He added with a light smirk and an inclination of his head in her direction. "That could just be the company."
He smiled sympathetically as she slipped off her shoes. "Very smart move." Oliver replied as they started to move through the city, that glow still visible as they moved away from the park. "Beauty is pain, yes, but beauty can also be smart about it."