The silly, adrift feeling that had overwhelmed him lasted only momentarily, as the woman began to pull her arm away from him. Under normal circumstances he might have considered that this was perfectly reasonable behavior, given that he had just grabbed her out of nowhere, but at the moment it distressed him for reasons he couldn't have articulated. He didn't know what he was supposed to do with her now that he'd caught her, but he did know that he didn't want her to get away! That would put him right back at square one, stalking her through the crowds and not even knowing why he was doing so.

"Don't," he said; the word was less an authoritative command and more of a plea, though he did hope his voice didn't sound too terribly desperate. He reached out to try and grab her other wrist so that she couldn't turn away, and was immediately left feeling silly once again. Now what? He had to come up with some sort of reasonable excuse to detain her, or else she would leave, and he knew very well that he didn't want that — even if he didn't understand why.

"Dance with me?" he asked. It was the first thing that occurred to him, though he didn't even know whether there was dancing at this event. There was music from somewhere, but it might have been meant to be ambiance — they were certainly not anywhere near a dance floor, if there even was one. He couldn't think of any better reason to keep her here, however, particularly given that he didn't even know who she was.