"Hmm." Someone had found her first. The mask might have concealed her identity from the casual self-important bloated bank account, but a trained nose could pick her out of a crowd; top-notes, Green; heart, Gourmand. His fingertips touched her back, following the line of the boning in her corset and stopping just above the hem, his other arm curling around her to offer the glass of champagne he had plucked from a passing tray balanced by a convincing young Monroe when he had first come in.
"You might be getting more attention if you had gone for more leg," Tony mumbled, pink lips next to her ear, one silk finger touching a stray curl at the back of her neck. "Stiff competition in this room." He didn't retreat, staying ardently close, having done his appreciative admiration from a distance while she wandered curiously alone like she shouldn't ever have been.