Beside him, Interceptor tips his head to the side, and then barks happily at the young woman. As if he knows her. For his part, James blinks with surprise as the complete stranger comes up and grasps his hands - drawing him towards the dancing. His surprise allows her to get him almost half-way there until he plants his feet, his fingers wrapping around hers.

"I - ah - oh, no. No thank you." He offers her a polite smile, tries to gently pull himself free. "I really can't -- I'm looking for someone!"

Interceptor barked at him again, bouncing around the woman excitedly. James frowned at the dog, and then perked, "Oh! Perhaps you have seen her? An elven woman, about your height, with violet eyes and cocoa-colored skin?