In line with his penchant for drama, Dante moves his free hand to his heart and 'stumbles' at the most definitely innocent slight against his good manner. (Deserved, so very deserved.)

"You wound me, lady!" But it's apparently not enough not to lead her out onto the dance floor proper. "Well then as the court jester, it's my job to entertain you for the evening, hm? The name's Dante."