Hearing Dan behind him, Price flinches and stops looking at the pins. It's like a reflex, like he's doing something wrong even if for once he wasn't doing anything.
He turns to him.

"Oh." he can't help but notice the glitter and the hickey, and he won't comment on it but he is wondering how can something so trashy look so good on Dan. "Good evening."

Price himself is keeping it simple, with a navy blue suit and black tie - the shirt is white for some nice contrast - and nothing special, really. He does wear lacey panties underneath, but it's more of a thing he did to feel pretty for himself because he hasn't had an occasion to dress up. He's not even considering the idea of showing them to someone else, people have already been bullying him enough. He just likes to think that no matter how ugly he is on the inside, he's still pretty. Well, he's trying to convince himself, at least, aging is such a dreadful experience for him and he wants to hold onto his beauty and skills before it's too late.

"Yes, it's-- ...It's a nice event."

He eyes the knife with equal amounts of wonder, confusion, and concern. He steps away so that Dan can look at the pins properly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm blocking the view." he points at them "Here."