Keller hadn't dressed up much, he was much dressier than she'd ever seen him, sure, he even had a suit jacket, but it was his usual western-collared buttondown under it, and jeans, even though they were black, and clean, and probably brand new, they were still jeans.
As far as Vegas went, he was pretty unremarkable, middle-of-the-road, easy-to-miss-if-he-weren't-so-freakishly-tall kind of thing. He smiled crookedly when he saw her, "Well look at you all dolled up."