Dexter took Xavier's suggestions and nodded, falling quiet for the remainder of the ride. Xavier seemed comfortable with the silence and Dexter, for his part, had a lot to think about. His client had given him a bit of freedom to embellish on his history, something he intended to use wisely. Frivolous as this particular task seemed at first glance, the man had paid him quite a hefty sum to do well at it. What was more, Xavier was a friend of Elizabeth's, which was reason enough to take it seriously, even if it was all a grand lie.<br/><br/>They arrived at the cathedral after a lengthy journey through congested London traffic and Dexter, who had never set foot inside such grandiosity, leaned closer to the dashboard to get a better look. The grey spires towered ominously over the Mercedes as they fell into the cathedral's shadow, and it occurred to him that while many a bride and groom looked forward to their day within its walls, the exterior itself looked... grim. Almost gloomy. Although, he supposed, that could have also had more to do with the purpose of such places, which was to say prayer and marriage. Dexter didn't understand either of those things. He could only hope he wouldn't burst into flame upon stepping foot inside.<br/><br/>Peering sidelong as Xavier spoke up, Dexter wasted little time cracking into a dashing smile. "Only you could make it sound so romantic." His client seemed eager to lead, even going as far as opening his door for him, and Dexter was content to let him. Some men, particularly those closer to his age, tended not to take it well when their younger paramours sought a bit of dominance - but then, Dexter's masculinity was not easily wounded, and Xavier was not his lover. All the easier, then.<br/><br/>Stepping out, he took all of a moment to straighten his tie before, following the other man's lead, taking Xavier's hand in his own. It would be the first of many occasions on that particular outing when he followed where Xavier led. "You'll have to let me know if I lay it on too thick," he muttered, still far enough away from the steps leading inside to remain out of earshot. "Although, maybe you'd like it that way." Following his natural impulse, he pressed just slightly against his client's side, though only for a moment until, chuckling softly, he created a gap between them once more.<br/><br/>Wasting little time, Dexter started them on the path that would take them to the main entrance hall. They would have very little socializing to do before the ceremony, most of it to take place during the reception, but he was quite intent on making a good impression on Xavier's family. If nothing at all, Dexter was confident enough in his skill as a professional bullshit artist that he was sure, once all was said and done, that Xavier's family would never press him about acquiring a partner again.