"You are Scottish, da?" Igor responded with a smirk. "So, I am actually stealing away with Scotland."
A quick glance around the room, and Igor leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Collect your coat. Meet me at the entrance." He finished his sentence by nibbling her ear.
He strode to the coat room where the attendant brought out his full length white fur coat and matching hat. He put it on and waited impatiently by the door. Everybody else was in the main room, mingling, so the only people who were there were a pair of guards for security sake and the doorman.