Lavender & Adrian
The woman he'd bumped was striking. The color of her dress, the elegant mask, the lilt of her voice. Adrian idly wondered who she was, if he knew her at all. Her comment caught his attention though and he very nearly smiled. "Were I not on security duty tonight, I'd ask to make it up to with with a dance. In lieu of that, I hope you don't mind if I offer you a drink and some conversation?"
Adrian had manners, certainly. They'd been ingrained into him and he certainly had had to attend enough society functions to put them to good use. It was nearly instinct at this point.