Llewellyn smiled a little at his husband’s voice, distracting him from his own staring at the sight of the ball in full swing within the building they’d just entered. He can tell the man is a bit caught up in it all, and who could blame him? The slight nostalgic undertone to his voice said enough, and despite Llewellyn’s inexperience with events like this… He was glad he’d come to be here to see the other enjoy himself with a familiarity that he didn’t get to experience much anymore.

The detective was still fussing a little with his mask, or tugging at the sleeves of his suit absentmindedly, the outfit a little more fancy than he wore day to day. He’d tried to dress up a little, but he was quite sure he paled in comparison to the splendor that was Rhy’s outfit. The hard work and special care that had gone into the clothing was obvious, and Rhy looked so very handsome in his opinion. “It is quite lovely, and suitable for someone as striking as yourself, my love.”