Slater smiled when Vivian kissed him, snaking a subtle arm around her waist to give her a small squeeze before he patted her behind. "You look beautiful. I could never be anything less. The pick of the party," he beamed, before his attention was caught by alcohol and he took the champagne gratefully.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mister Belmont. To those who do not know me, I am Mister Slater. Slater to those who do. What have you been dragged here for this evening?"