Red's actually very quick on his feet, and not a very good liar, but the woman's inebriated state prevented her noticing either of these things. He'd just been gearing up to make a break for it (assuming he could free his sleeve), when a savior dances up from somewhere, and literally sweeps Red off his feet.

That's. New.

"Whoa--! Ho there, mate, I'm flattered, but--"

He's just noticed the eyes, and shortly after the feet, fumbling the already awkward steps he was taking trying to keep up. It's not that he's naturally a terrible dancer. But a lot's happening at once.

Mortals?

His head swivels in the young woman's direction, a faint crease of concern between his brows. "Wait. Is she all right?" He begins to turn back, but a couple of her friends appear, giggling, and start pulling the girl to her feet.