Nymphenburg was not the most graceful of men on the dance floor. He had the spirit and the energy, always grinning, but he had two left feet and a force of will that prevented him from letting that hold him back. It, sadly, resulted in bruised toes more often then not.
He had been hanging close to Renee the majority of the night. Instead of wearing dress robes like the majority, he was wearing dark denim jeans with a pink long sleeve button up shirt that matched his hear. The shirt was tucked into his jeans and over top he had a black suit vest and a black tie. Matching pink converse completed the outfit. Deciding to let his future wife have sometime to spend with the Marauders, he made his way over to the newer of the Andromeda's.
"What kind of son would I be if I let my Mother sit over here by her lonesome?" He asked, grinning to her as he held his hand out. "Want to go for a spin?"