Stephen didn't need an excuse to dress to the nines. He did so on a daily basis, even on days when he had the whole day off to spend lounging about his flat. Yes, even then he'd be in nice slacks, a button up shirt that was charmed crisp and stiff and some form of a button up vest as his style tended to lend it's self to an old victorian look, at best.
This meant when going out he looked even better. Took the time to slick his hair back, carried his pocket watch in his waistcoat, shined his shoes and made sure there were no wrinkles in his clothing. He hardly expected this from Stephanie as he thought her gorgeous even when she was just in a pair of pajamas and he would be proud to have her on his arm even if she was wearing just that.
The pair were strolling toward the gallery when Stephen paused at the front entrance and held the door open for Stephanie.
"After you, love, and... ah, hello!" he held the door for another girl too, a blonde looking awfully dressed up. He smiled wide.