Twycross was being a bit dramatic, and Gus couldn’t help but laugh quietly at her. He would never understand what debuting was like - he was a male afterall, and didn’t have to do such frivolous things like wear a dress and pretend to be someone he wasn’t in order to bag a husband. (Although he would do it if it meant he was allowed to marry another man, dress and all.) “You should thrilled, although I can’t say I blame you. I wouldn't want to give up my career, and honestly I wouldn't expect a wife to give up hers either. Gotta have some kind of dreams.” Another laugh, Gus had no problems calling out the poor woman.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever been to a proper debut outside of his sister’s - he’d left the day after he’d graduated from Hogwarts, but had managed to attend a portion of the coming out ball. Then he’d been home for Fig’s debut because she threatened to cut his fingers off if he wasn’t there, and that was it. Ring forgotten for the time being, still snug against one of his pinky fingers, the redhead stuck his hand out to her. “Well Miss Twycross, may I have your very last pre-debut dance.” Gus tossed her a shit-eating grin. He was expecting to be smacked or scoffed at, but he couldn’t help it. He knew he was drawing attention from the others in the store, but right now he didn’t care.