Felicity smirked. Some things Galad contended with her with, and she wasn't counting on him choosing Bond, but it was nice that he willingly chose it. Though, one might say he took the bait she'd placed too, since she would like to see him in a nice suit with his hair slicked back and putting that charisma into a character that was strangely befitting of him.
"We would make every eye turn," she said, "Though, I suppose we do that anyway." An arrogant statement, maybe, but elves tended to have that effect. Tall, unearthly appearance, and so of course the eyes drew to that. Sometimes unwillingly and others very conscious of the way they stared or when they entered a room.
"Food's coming," she noted and drew back, taking her phone with her and the arm he'd been touching.