"No, not too shabby at all," he answers, all too happy to talk about fashion even if it's just a small comment, because it's one of those things that he actually misses from home, too. Fashion Week in New York used to be one of his favorite days of the year (and not just because of the models), and it's really until now that he's realizing how glad he actually is that they got to dress up tonight. It might be just for the night, but it's actually lifting his spirits to be wearing something other than that godawful jumpsuit they have to wear, no matter the color. At Lydia's comment about the color, he chuckles softly under his breath. "You picked the right tone, I don't think bright yellow would have worked on that dress." He makes it clear that he means on the dress, not on Lydia, because he thinks the kiddo has too beautiful of a personality - and in general - for the jumpsuit to wash that out.
Glancing around, as if he's just assessing the party, Tony takes in Lydia's comment about the fan club that they have. Which...he hadn't really been thinking about it much to put it together, honestly, that that's what this is. He had seen the comments on the leaked conversation that had been sent to their PDCs, but Tony's mind has been everywhere but in this train of thought to even consider that the ball is a Secret Society demonstration, and he gives a small but impressed nod as he turns back to Lydia. Now he's curious, about who could be throwing this as a sort of demonstration, but he doesn't ask just yet. "Huh. Yeah...this isn't too bad."
Not bad at all, actually. Considering the last demonstration had gotten him a chest full of shrapnel, this is paradise compared to that. That alone already makes Tony like whatever group has organized this event.
The offer to let him get a drink first is tempting, more than he cares to admit, but he doesn't show it as he offers his hand to her so that he can lead her out to the dance floor. "Oh please, you wouldn't have to make me. I'd be honored."
Besides, if Lydia wants to talk more about what she knows, they could do so while dancing.
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Glancing around, as if he's just assessing the party, Tony takes in Lydia's comment about the fan club that they have. Which...he hadn't really been thinking about it much to put it together, honestly, that that's what this is. He had seen the comments on the leaked conversation that had been sent to their PDCs, but Tony's mind has been everywhere but in this train of thought to even consider that the ball is a Secret Society demonstration, and he gives a small but impressed nod as he turns back to Lydia. Now he's curious, about who could be throwing this as a sort of demonstration, but he doesn't ask just yet. "Huh. Yeah...this isn't too bad."
Not bad at all, actually. Considering the last demonstration had gotten him a chest full of shrapnel, this is paradise compared to that. That alone already makes Tony like whatever group has organized this event.
The offer to let him get a drink first is tempting, more than he cares to admit, but he doesn't show it as he offers his hand to her so that he can lead her out to the dance floor. "Oh please, you wouldn't have to make me. I'd be honored."
Besides, if Lydia wants to talk more about what she knows, they could do so while dancing.