"Ah. It's an honour meeting you." If she takes his hand, he'd kiss it instead of shaking it. His mannerisms were a touch on the foppish side. A sign, perhaps, that he is new to this particular social milieu.

"Hopefully the glare of the suit isn't hurting your eyes." He smirked faintly. "An outward sign of my status in the Club. Quite mandatory."

"May I get you a drink? I've access to some finer goods than what they're serving to the general public here." Fitzroy smirked faintly.