Not only had the conversation failed to evaporate as he might have wished, it had gotten... weird. She'd nearly grabbed his arm, and there was probably a lot of missing context to sniff out there, except that he didn't have the time. The man he was planning to go introduce himself to was meandering on, and in a second he'd be too far away from the gravity ball for it to still be an appropriate entry to the conversation... and Alasdair could not let on that he'd been watching him from afar. That would have seemed far too desperate. He may have been new to this particular pursuit but it was not the first time he'd tried to seduce someone; he knew which fatal missteps to avoid.
He was thinking about new suitably suave ways to start the conversation once he made it across the room, not about the young woman in front of him, else he might have had a second thought about providing his name after the uncommon way she asked it. He was mostly on autopilot here, though, while his brain and his heart were three steps ahead, so he offered her the same charming smile he used when being introduced to people the normal way. "Alasdair Greyback, at your service. Now if you'd excuse me a moment —"
Whether they had met before or not (he didn't remember immediately and was disinclined to devote any energy to trying harder), he'd already made it clear he started this conversation by mistake, and now he'd clearly signaled his intended departure. That just about wrapped it up, didn't it?
"— there's someone I simply must greet," he concluded, and began to walk past her and towards the blond by the far wall. If the woman had any reaction to his brusque ending of the conversation, he didn't notice — but then, unless she physically tackled him to prevent his leaving, he probably wouldn't have noticed. His eyes were set on the other man. He did have the presence of mind at least to maintain an appropriate pace as he wound his way across the ballroom, so that he didn't attract too much attention from anyone else, but he was keen not to lose too much time. He hadn't managed to think of another suitably suave way to start off the conversation, but fortunately by the time he arrived the man hadn't drifted too far from the gravity ball for it to be odd for Dare to bring it up.
"What did you think of the gravity orb?" he asked, slightly breathless — half because he had hurried across the ballroom, half because this man took his breath away.
He was thinking about new suitably suave ways to start the conversation once he made it across the room, not about the young woman in front of him, else he might have had a second thought about providing his name after the uncommon way she asked it. He was mostly on autopilot here, though, while his brain and his heart were three steps ahead, so he offered her the same charming smile he used when being introduced to people the normal way. "Alasdair Greyback, at your service. Now if you'd excuse me a moment —"
Whether they had met before or not (he didn't remember immediately and was disinclined to devote any energy to trying harder), he'd already made it clear he started this conversation by mistake, and now he'd clearly signaled his intended departure. That just about wrapped it up, didn't it?
"— there's someone I simply must greet," he concluded, and began to walk past her and towards the blond by the far wall. If the woman had any reaction to his brusque ending of the conversation, he didn't notice — but then, unless she physically tackled him to prevent his leaving, he probably wouldn't have noticed. His eyes were set on the other man. He did have the presence of mind at least to maintain an appropriate pace as he wound his way across the ballroom, so that he didn't attract too much attention from anyone else, but he was keen not to lose too much time. He hadn't managed to think of another suitably suave way to start off the conversation, but fortunately by the time he arrived the man hadn't drifted too far from the gravity ball for it to be odd for Dare to bring it up.
"What did you think of the gravity orb?" he asked, slightly breathless — half because he had hurried across the ballroom, half because this man took his breath away.