[ His ears and nose are sharp enough to clock that his impromptu partner isn't an ordinary person herself, though for the moment, that may be all his senses can tell him. Getting to know her can wait until they're inside the Women's Parlor; for now, he'll just have to pretend like they're the most well-acquainted ladies in the casino.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time he's passed for a woman. Crossing an arm across his chest to obscure his total lack of cleavage, he holds a fan to obscure his lips, uttering a demure and gentle laugh. ]

Then fates are in our favor tonight, it seems. [ His natural tone of voice is soft, but he affects it to sound a few pitches higher. ] That's just where I was heading myself. I hear the tea is near ambrosial to those weary from merriment.

Let's be on our way, shall we? [ A girlish little titter. Is he overdoing it?? ]