He raised an eyebrow at the curtsey, and smiled back. Miguel was bad enough at the social conventions in his own time, never mind while he was time-travelling.
"It's very nice to see you too, Rachel. Are you enjoying the party?" he asked, and then lifted a couple of glasses of wine from a waiter walking past; one red and one white. "Which one do you want?" he offered. He liked both, so if she didn't want either, bonus for him.