[ The spike of joy he feels every time a remark lands as intended is smothered somewhat by her volume, as if he's been some master of subtlety himself. After an equally-obvious scan of the room for any eyes on them, his expression relaxes into a tight smile. She doesn't seem aware, and she does seem young. His handshake is as awkward as the rest of him, a too-tight grip compensating for how little pleasure he takes in the action and two-too-many actual shakes, but a pinch of his brow shows a glimmer of sympathy. ]

Edward. Pleasure.

[ His volume drops to what may only tenuously be considered conversational as he nods toward the hallway. ]

The music seems loud, doesn't it? I'm having a little trouble hearing you, we might do better in the next room...?