Julian's gaze flicked back to Vanessa, and he nodded.
"Oh, I agree. Everyone always says it's a two way street, but it's never the case, is it?" He swirled the rum in its glass, gently, looking comfortable and not a touch out of place within the busy night club. "Put yourself out there as much as you like, and other people never need to take note. Selfish beings, humans are." He took another swallow of the hard alcohol, eyes drifting down to her dress; not in a sexual manner, but in one taking note of something unusual.
"So you have to tell me - is that a knock-off, or do you trawl every vintage shop here this side of Los Angeles?"