In contrast-- where to start? She was pale and cool and even the greys in Tony's suit had a warm tone. He gladly took her hand, but in both of his, skirting a hard shake. "Tony, please," he corrected, shrugging off his dad's name before it could set. Knowing it was a stock question, he dismissed quickly, "It's a nice spread," with a lopsided smile to let her make her rounds and not have to worry about his entertainment. He still held her hand, though, as he tried to decide if 'cool' had been the word he was looking for. "I just wanted to wish you happy holidays and I hope we see more of each other this season," he said, finally releasing her to twirl a finger in the air. He hadn't meant to say that, not with that inflection, it was just instinct or, you know, he wouldn't necessarily mind seeing more of her-- Tony cleared his throat, wondering if a switch to tonic water would be almost like a proper drink.