"Of course," he agreed cheerfully. Informality was also his middle name. "Pretty name - it suits you." Right after 'Flirtatious.' And possibly before 'Genius.' He had a moment's debate over the exact order of adjectives in his name, and whether some of them should go ahead of his name, or behind, or be included in his codename.
That was his mind in general, always jumping and playing with ideas, even when he had a beautiful woman on his arm and was guiding her onto the dance floor. What was the point of life if he didn't have fun with it, and trying to force himself to concentrate on something that didn't need to be focused on wasn't fun; he was able to work when needed, but some of his best ideas had come from not thinking about them directly. He might figure out the flying car from this dance. It wasn't likely, since they'd been trying to figure it out since World War Two, but it was possible.
And until then, hey, beautiful woman, charity gala, dance floor. "Good thing I'm not," he said as he took one hand and settled his other on her waist. "Unless you're the sort that tries to lead?" he teased with a wry arch of his eyebrow.