Jonathan bit his tongue against the more scathing comment he had wanted to make, knowing he had to keep up apperances. "It's quite alright," he said, relieved he hadn't spilled the dark red wine at least. He would not enjoy being forced to pay for the tux considering how little time he had for events that would require it.
He turned to look at the woman, taking in her apperance, blinking slowly. Okay, she was forgiven, if just for wearing that much purple. Very few women pulled off the colour. "Doctor Joanthan Crane," he said, offering her his hand. "For the next time you bump into me,' he added with a grin.