Several unnecessarily bright flashes of light later, and the photographer gives them the thumbs-up and then jerks it to the side. Sypha interprets this gesture well enough and, giggling, accompanies Barbara back into the foyer and through it.

This place is truly, unnecessarily large. Tony Stark may not be a vampire, according to Barbara, but he is an attitudinal heir to the flamboyant royalty of Europe, that is for certain.

To her benefit!

"Let us toast to tonight," Sypha declares to her friend, and nabs a flute of champagne off of the display on one side of the bar.