Well he supposed it was better than being dragged around the room.

Wide-eyed, Albert was pulled further into the dance floor, where he assumed the young lady's plan (hopefully) was to make him dance. No wild goose chases. Or, more specifically, not a wild deer chase.

She took the lead of the dance — something he found difficult to concentrate on when he realized other people were looking. As the concern set in, so did the droplets of sweat that seemed intent on dripping down the site of his face. Was it really that hot? Was he nervous?

"So." That wasn't really a conversation starter, so he quickly fumbled for something more ~eloquent. "I d-don't believe I caught your name, Miss." A boring question, which hopefully could balance out literally everything else.