Oh, he's got a really cute smile. And great legs. Matt watches his throat move as he swallows.

--Then he shakes himself out of that moment, and takes the guy's hand to settle on the stage. Matt tends to carry himself with either a pleasant private-school sprawl or a certain birdlike energy, like he reserves the right to flutter away if necessary.

He bursts into a startled laugh.

"I'm, uh." Maybe he means cravats? Matt adjusts his scarf self-consciously. "Sorry, but I'm pretty sure I missed my chance to have an English accent. Studied abroad in London and I still sound like ... this."

Another smile.

"Hi. I'm Matt."