[He's a little late to the party. Fresh shirt and waistcoat since that lovely guest of theirs ruined what he was in earlier. A sliver of his cheek slightly pink and his throat still a bit sore, he seeks her out in the crowd while rubbing an ungloved hand over his adam's apple.
If you didn't expect him to come up behind you Kitty, especially in a shirt like that... His fingers brush up along her spine.] Hello, lovely. [He leans against her from behind, voice ever so slightly raspy.]