[ He catches the interrupted attempt at an apology - or an excuse? - from the man as he's swept into the room at the forefront of a small group of potential dancers. Sylvain had already attempted this once, but it had been a surprising amount of fun, so he pauses, forgoing his attempt to leave the room to reach out and carefully tug the stranger out of the flow of partygoers and off to the side where he's less likely to be trampled. Or dragged further along with them. ]
Well, it seems whether you meant to or not, here you are. [ He keeps the words light with an easy grin and a playful wink. His bright attire for the night is a stark contrast to the many others in dark suits, but he doesn't seem uncomfortable with it, or feeling at all out of place. ] Not a fan of dancing? Pity. It's more fun than it looks.
shall we dance?
Well, it seems whether you meant to or not, here you are. [ He keeps the words light with an easy grin and a playful wink. His bright attire for the night is a stark contrast to the many others in dark suits, but he doesn't seem uncomfortable with it, or feeling at all out of place. ] Not a fan of dancing? Pity. It's more fun than it looks.