"We celebrated in very showy, ostentatious ways." Oliver replied with a sigh. "The Brown manor, lit up by pine trees, and lights on every tree that was not a pine tree, its prodigal sons dragged out to every Christmas gala and ball that we got sick of them, even myself. I saw the Nutcracker so many times that I could retell it to you right now with my eyes closed, my hands divested away from anything with an internet connection." He rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "It'd be enough to make sure I'd stay away from it all..."
He paused, merely taking a moment to look at her in her beautiful dress; even with her heels slipped away, she was breathtaking. He had no designs on her. Oliver's night was about superficial enjoyment, nothing else. Still, it would be nice to have a beautiful woman on his arm.
"We will wow the crowds, like you said." He told her, inclining his head in respect to her again before glancing out the window, the limo taking them closer and closer into Vienna's historic, downtown district. "But, believe me," Oliver replied with a simple smirk, winding a finger around the rim of his empty punch glass. "I am well aware of the various ways to keep people from looking down on me. When you find the exact right combination of class and beauty, please, do, let me know."
And then they were pulling up to the hall, cameras flashing incessantly from the outside. Oliver was used to this and he smirked again, backing out of the limo and bowing to offer her his hand to escort her onto the entrance area, to the red carpet.