If nothing else, this particular chunk of conversation told Dexter that Xavier was nothing if not a practical man. Of course, he had only spent a brief period with the man, but in that time, he had learned that not only was he especially efficient with his time, he also had very few - if any - romantic inclinations. The concept of running away to marry one's true love didn't seem to click with him.<br/><br/>Then again, it didn't especially click for Dexter either. In his line of work, falling in love was something akin to a death sentence - or at least a termination slip. The two just did not go together. As such, when he raised his shoulders in a shrug, it was with a genuine sense of understanding rather than a dismissal. "Definitely not," he agreed in a hushed tone. "Suppose they'll be finding that out in a few years, hm?"<br/><br/>Before Xavier could have responded, a man standing behind their row took his attention. Dexter didn't have to wonder why. It only took the disapproving tone for him to determine that he was looking at Xavier's father. Following suit, he rose to his feet, keeping a close proximity to his client in a bid to ensure they looked the part. It didn't take much detective work to determine that the two had a... strained relationship at best. That in mind, it was no real wonder why he had been so adamant about bringing someone to the wedding, if only to silence the idle mutterings of men like that.<br/><br/>Despite the apparent animosity between the two, when the attention turned on him, Dexter put on a charming smile and let out a hand to shake the one offered to him. He thought Lucius might have crushed his palm with that kind of grip, but if he was the slightest bit intimidated, it certainly didn't show. He had never fully understood the average man's obsession with machismo. "It's a pleasure, Mr. Smithe," he offered. The tone he took was not unlike the one he had adopted when meeting Xavier in the lounge. Business-like, with a hint of charm that he could never seem to shake - charm that he imagined would be lost on Lucius.<br/><br/>"I'm quite fond of your son, sir," he mentioned with his trademarked easy smile, reaching to lay a hand on Xavier's lower back for emphasis. "Xav usually goes to this sort of thing alone, but he thought it was about time to meet his family. What better opportunity than a wedding, hm?"