Joshua cannot remember the last time he attended such a lavish party. The courts at Rosalith were far more modest and celebrations were never done so with the same sort of pomp and ceremony. Maybe in Sanbreque one would find such friviolities but not in Rosaria.

The outfit he's found himself in is definitely...something, but it isn't terrible by any means and Dion seems to approve of it. He also seems to approve of setting his hand at the small of Joshua's back now and again.

Joshua can't help but approve as well.

His own flute of champagne is raised toward Dion when he spots him approaching, returning his smile twice as wide as he leans against the railing.

"It is a bit overwhelming, admittedly, but I am enjoying myself overall. What about yourself?"