The place looked like the inside of Moulin Rouge would look, if Zidler had been disgustingly rich. Jo was in business with the groom? Christian looked from the blonde on his arm to the decor and back again. The two did not mix well, at least, not in his mind. "How is your business going?" he asked carefully. He had his suspicions that it wasn't going well.
He'd acclimated to Fred's chatter by now, and even found it endearing. She never meant to hurt him with her references, and if he felt a little out of place, he knew it was only because he was. "I haven't a clue, m'dear," he answered jovially. With a smile, he led the two ladies forward into the room, guiding them first toward the refreshments.