"Sure," he murmurs, downing the remainder of his champagne and letting the bubbles tickle at his nose and throat.

As he laces his fingers in Murdock's and guides him out onto the reserved dancefloor, it's not Mia he sees, but the woman from the bar hanging off of one of Mia's friends.

"Well if it isn't the heartbreaker," she murmurs, coming in close with the man on her arm. "Lovely vows."