He could tell she recognized him, and out of reflex, he automatically retreated half a step, though kept the smile on his face. His eyes raised to survey the crowd briefly. If his mother were to catch him with someone, there would be no getting home early after the concert.

He was surprised by her answer; sure there were a great deal many debutantes in attendance to the concert, but he knew from his mother that most were likely here to be seen rather than see. Faustus focused back on the young woman in front of him and smiled slightly. "You're a fan?" he replied.