Mayerling, up since sunset, goes through his entire closet a second time only to land on the original outfit, something similar to his usual outfit save that it's full baby blue, with silver accents. Even a cloak to match it, though the metal stays dark. Though he had considering purchasing Coldblood jewelry, he'd decided against it, not wanting Coldblood jewelry made from anyone else's Coldblood.

Listening for her and her exclusively, Mayerling picks her up at the farthest range of his hearing, much of the rest fading to background noise. Dangerous, but he's not ruling out everything altogether and has his other senses. He notices the moment she walks in and makes his grand appearance at the top of the stage. Unfortunately, D chose this place for pure functionality it feels in that moment, the staircase not the grand arching entrance he imagines. Mayerling makes up for it with each slow step with shiny boots, one hand on the railing, as he comes down to her. His hair is pulled back into a tidy queue with a matching bow. Never let it be said he held back on this date's outfit.

His face splits into a beaming smile, still pouring down at Sharon when his feet reach the ground floor. Mayerling wants to kiss Sharon, but it's too early for that, and she doesn't know how she feels about him.

"Thank you," Mayerling says, so deep it's near a growl. "Thank you," again, this time holding back excitement. He glances toward the door but doesn't rush them.

"You look stunning," he says, reaching up to stroke her wild hair.