The Socialite practically beamed, a far cry from the smooth and practiced charm of first meeting someone. His smile creased his cheeks and pushed at the corners of his eyes in a way that called upon his real age to give the look authenticity. "Ah, wonderful! I look forward to discussing it with the rest of you! Now, with the False Summer creeping in, may I tell you of this marvelous method my wife employed in cooling the flat? I apologize, I'm just so proud and enamored, I must seem like a giddy school child!"