Ambulon noticed the quick look she'd given his feather boa. All at once, he suddenly felt very self-conscious. "Yeah," he said, finally, slowly pulling the boa off from around his neck.

His optics turned to her own attire, and it was... quite lovely. Ambulon bunched the boa behind his back and tired to appear aloof and at ease. Because that's what parties were for, or whatever. "Would you like to sit?" he asked, gesturing to the empty chair beside him.