Liliana made a small, pleased noise, the one that Ignis had come to recognize as her expectations having been met, possibly even exceeded and that she was quite pleased. Her hand was tucked into the crook of his arm, her own gloves crafted from silk and lace, extending up past her elbows and over her palm, but leaving her fingers and thumb bare, which meant she could continue to stroke the rich fabric of his suit. They made quite the striking pair, and conversations quieted as they entered, not ending, but at least some changing topic entirely. Liliana's lips curved into a pleased, cat-like smile. Yesgood, darlings, this was the correct reaction to the two of them.

"My darling, we may just be the most sparkling ornaments in this very lovely hall," she murmured to him, amusement, approval, and appreciation in her voice. "If it weren't so very gauche to interrupt our entrance to crane about like a tourist, I just might have done so. Even at first glance, this room is breathtaking. To our left..." She kept up a murmured description as they wended their way through, not pausing even while she was gracing various onlookers with regal nods or small smiles of greeting. "...In short, it's enough that I'm almost glad we didn't end the evening early, as I suggested after the opera."

Which, of course, meant that she was actually thrilled they hadn't, but if he was going to dress in ways that made her want to undress him immediately and pair that with a pair of very slutty gloves, she was going make known her appreciation. And that he had foregone his glasses for the evening made it that much more difficult to keep her touches to the light and trailing.