Val could have worn anything he liked, his family practically owned the club after all- No one would dare deny him entrance. However, he wore a tie and jacket anyway, black on black, with just the faintest hint of gold brocade on the coat and tie.

He moved stiffly as he came down the stairs, but smiled brightly, even though he could hear Reginald ranting about some invitation Elliot had received that he hadn't.

"Why don't we take the Aston?" he suggested brightly. "You can drive, if you like. She's a treat on these empty country roads," he added with a playful wink.