Dillon's hazel eyes brighten noticeably as Alice appears. True, he could feel her powerful Beast rolling through the crowd like a wave, but it was still a pleasant surprise to have her stop at him. They had barely gotten to speak to each other in months, and though the Gangrel wants to comment on what a shame that was right away, he can't spoil the game.
Reaching out to gently jostle the bow at Alice's waist with his fingertips, Dillon feigns a playful frown. "Well, there aren't nearly enough presents under my tree. I have a problem with tearing the wrapping off too early." He can't hold it, however, and breaks into a lopsided grin almost immediately after the sentence ends.