“ WELL, ” a charmer, already, as eyes divert innocently ( though he is anything but ) towards the floor, lips poised with a clever smirk sure to woo her right into his arms. “ No one, really, not even me. Yer too good for all th ’ fellas in this place, y ’ know … but I don’t s’pose any ‘a them’s got moves as good as mine, so th ’ next best choice seems pretty clear, no? ” An extension of his hand, palm facing her, inviting in complement to his endearing gaze & radiating confidence. “ Surely a woman th ’ likes ‘a your caliber can’t be seen dancin’ wit’ just anyone. You’ve an image to protect, I’m sure. ”