He chuckles softly at her babble there, the way she keeps on talking because there's so much inside her, or that's what he thinks it is, anyway. "I can tell you about a ball in Paris," he offers, with a half smile, and leans over to grab his own drink, forsaking her ankle for it.

"1889, in celebration of the building of the Eiffel Tower - it was the tallest man-made structure in the world, at the time. Take the effect it still has on people now, and multiply it by ten. It was a feat." He took a sip of scotch, appreciating it even more than he had the whiskey at the party. "Rebekkah was sweet on a wealthy young man with a beautiful sister, and we all went together. She was called - Séverine. She was the quietest little thing, as proper as it got, but she could not stop staring out the window at the Eiffel Tower. We ended up ditching the ball and sneaking up the tower."