[ He just ducks his head to hide the smile blooming, doesn't answer as he moves to open the door to the event hall. He gives her a look that clearly defines that he knows what she's doing, and won't budge on it. ]
[ Just as smug. He can, he will. There's a doorman just ahead and Eames fishes out the invite, gilt writing shining in the light. They're ushered down a long hallway to the dance hall. ]
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