He fluffled the back of his head, getting some air into that lion's mane. He couldn't help but notice the bust, especially with her fanning. "It certainly is," he said with wide eyes taking a swig of his drink.
"Some of these costumes though..." he twirled his finger looking around. "I don't exactly understand." It seemed like no thought was put into them these days. "Did I just see a hot dog walk around?" Costume parties meant fashion. He didn't expect to see that kind of poor craftsmanship put forward at a classy event like this...then again Wolfgang wasn't the classiest of people.
He eyed the open piano again, dropping his empty glass to the table and grabbing Euterpe's hand. "I feel like playing," he said with a skip in his step.