Dante laughed, pressing a hand to his chest and smoothing down his tie. "You sure know how to boost my confidence,"
he teased. "Thanks you,"
he added, even though the compliment was given in jest. Once his drink was placed in front of him, he picked it up, swirling it around the glass a bit before sipping from it as he listened to Winter speak. Truthfully, he didn't know what the hell the aesthetic comment meant either, but it was working in Winter's favor and his too, by proxy. "You're definitely right about that,"
he agreed. "Not a bad gig at all to have."
Looking around, he could certainly think of worse working conditions than ones where champagne and free food floated around freely.