Harry was perfectly content in his robes, not concerned if it seemed ridiculous. This was definitely a step up from his last costume.
He handed over the beer. "That's one of the best microbrews you'll ever have the chance to taste," he said. "Friend of mine brews his own." He took a drink himself, letting the rich dark flavor mill in his mouth before tipping it down his throat. "A pleasure to meet you, Jennifer. I'm Harry." He shifted his staff against his shoulder in order to reach a hand to her. "Don't worry about it. I see a couple of people I recognize, so I might have to wander off soon. But before then, would you like to dance?"
He surprised himself with such a bold invitation, but it felt appropriate. He knew how to dance, after all - one of the first jobs he'd taken upon moving to Chicago had been as a ballroom dance partner.