Wyatt was incredulous, surprised that Venus would include him, but willing when Max had informed him of the woman's request. He even tolerated a primping and polishing from his escort - who'd seemed thrilled by the idea that he was making friends with a tribute such as Venus - though it meant he was arriving a touch late, his elevator arriving moments after the pair from three.

Hat in hand, hair neatly combed, fresh still damp from his shave, he glanced around the lobby - mouth curling as he caught Max's eye... then thinning again as he recognized the blond on Venus' arm.

He paused a moment, glancing back at Max, then, with a fortifying breath, approached.

"Miss Venus," he greeted, politely enough, head tipping to her.

He'd never been introduced to the man, so opted just to offer him a safe, silent nod.