"I'll put that on my calendar." Dean made the mental note, though she may have to remind him. With an empty glass and his thoughts far beyond the ballroom, Dean supposed he was going to have to relinquish her company.

He set his glass aside on the nearest table and turned back toward her, hand extended. "Our turn for the floor and then I'll leave you alone for a little while." The goal was just to keep her company and maybe help nudge her in the direction of eligible bachelors, though the latter he found more distasteful than he ought to. If things went well, he would show someone else that she was a delight to converse with and her company desirable. He thought that anyway, but his opinion was not for the public.