It was hard to miss the striking brunette, her gown skirting the ground as she walked like some scarlet, smiling Morticia. Her faces unfamiliar to him, which was bound to make this even a little interesting. She could be someone's date, of course, but he didn't see anyone on her arm. It was no great aberration. She looked like she was used to carrying herself without support.
"Do I?" he queried with a chuckle. "I must work on that, if it's so obvious. Victor," he added, in the same breath, exchanging his glass from one hand to the other and shaking hers. "It's a pleasure to meet you."