Victor didn't at all object to the arm sliding through his; in fact, he smiled in the obligatory manner any red-blooded male likely would in such a situation. His tuxedo was well worn and somewhat rumpled, and his hair barely combed, thus giving him the appearance of a reveler who'd already gotten a healthy jump start on their reveling. He didn't offer any dialogue to her little 'act' but did react with a few over-the-top facial expressions, as though the whole thing were just some humorous pantomime.
Of course, the smile faded sharply as he found a heel dug into the top of his shoe - he winced and let out a silent yowl, eyes squeezing shut. One peeked open to look at her and he whispered back, "How about American Sign Lang--OW!" A secondary grind was enough to make him think twice on that sass mouth, and he acquiesced obligingly.
He straightened up when the foot was removed and smoothed out his rumpled lapel with a smirk. "Got a point there," he answered lazily, "Me, I'm just here for the free food." It obviously wasn't a straight answer, but then, he was never particularly partial to those. "How about you? Has insidious social corruption infiltrated the Gotham elite? Are you going to blow the scandal wide open, for the good of the city, young children and pregnant women everywhere?" He lifted his free hand to give a dramatic wiggle of his fingers, "Or are you just hunting for a future Mister Vale with sufficiently deep pockets? Cause if you're just going to ditch me for the first plastic smile with a price tag that walks on by, I've got to tell you, that could do horrible things to my self esteem, in my fragile emotional state."