"I don't know, I'm pretty sure you could take him," she teased and pressed a kiss to his cheek by way of an actual greeting. She linked an arm with his and followed his gaze towards the dance floor and the party from which they now seemed rather separate. "It certainly is something," she remarked, more to herself than to Tony, and her gaze swept up to the chandelier and the ornamented domed roof. "Do you want to walk around with me?" she asked. There was still the whole ballroom beyond the sheer curtain closing in the party and a mezzanine above that she hadn't had an opportunity to look at.