Gellert nodded in agreement. He liked to hear - egoistically and perhaps insecurely - that he did not need an excuse for a party to see Vlad. Automatically, he reached out and laid his hand on Vlad's shoulder, squeezing lightly. He chuckled, not dropping his hand. "Oh, no, it's a magical affair. Magic is not strictly displayed, but it is there. I am sure the bonfires are charmed, the music is played using magic, and the like. It is just not a type to throw hexes or spells around," he said, amused. "But no faerie dust. I do not believe in faerie dust myself."