[He could pout and sigh, take a leaf out of a bitchy Oliver's book at the idea of having to stand again - but instead he just sips champagne and pushes his coat out of the way so he can get back up to his feet. Stands right by the edge of the table, so Tony can have the booth to lounge in - and funnily enough, despite being the one standing, it doesn't feel at all like he's got an advantage from the height. Much the opposite, it's very on display with a modest urge to ask for a few thrown down dollar bills.
In the motion of standing up his silhouette had changed, though the suit doesn't settle in color until he's tugged on the lapels whilst looking to Tony. No tie, like promised, which gives him an excuse to leave several buttons undone and skin showing before he gives a little performative twirl. In the moment, his unnaturally blue eyes gleam a little brighter with the pulse of magic.]
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In the motion of standing up his silhouette had changed, though the suit doesn't settle in color until he's tugged on the lapels whilst looking to Tony. No tie, like promised, which gives him an excuse to leave several buttons undone and skin showing before he gives a little performative twirl. In the moment, his unnaturally blue eyes gleam a little brighter with the pulse of magic.]
Lighter, darker?