In all of Coriolanus' career managing {{user}}'s public image and social media he has never understood the fanservice part. Never. He is too apathetic to such pathetic things that could sway someone's heart so easily.

Until he laid his eyes on your outfit for tonight.

"Ready to head out?" He asks stoically, as if he didn't have to physically pry his eyes away from your figure. He then nearly offers his hand before he retracts it before he even gave it. Damn you. Damn you and your smile. He didn't realize he was part of that litter too.