James waited politely - well at least politely until she 'questioned' his taste. He glowered at her, taking a step forward to state that his 'tastes' were for women of character, Thank You Ever So Much' ...

And then the mask went up. Interceptor barked happily. And James's eyes widened as he flushed completely red.

"Oh! Ah! It's you! You are here. You are the one who - right. I should ..." Maker's Breath he was an idiot. He cleared his throat, and then added helplessly, "... is it too late to accept the dance offer?"