Lance smiles at the greeting of the harpy. "And you must be the Harpy Donovan, with whom I have never danced with before. Am's description didn't do you justice." When John follows him into the office, Lance flashes his teeth in a bright smile and takes him up in a very manly bear hug, unless he tries to step away from the contact. "John, it's been so long! I hope the nights are treating you as well as they are me."
At the Harpy's comment on roses, he brushes some imaginary dust from it. "Thank you. I wanted to stand out. I'm also something of a jeans and a tee-shirt guy if there isn't a theme I need to dress up for, it makes me more approachable. I've still got a few decades before the compound interest builds up to where I can really afford all the clothes I could want anyway." He looks around the office, interested in seeing what kinds of things she keeps where she works. How one keeps a workspace can tell you a lot about them. "If you had the time, I would like to talk with you about some official business that a masked but beautiful stranger said I should share with the Harpy." And maybe a dance later.