Issac speed from his cup that he had forgotten was in his other hand before he coyly took her offered one. "Well, well, dear Princess fairy. I do say you shall get to the dance with time to spare."
His cup set down on the floor, Issac wrapped his hands around Marlow's waist and held her close. "What kind of dancing you wish to practice?" He winked at her with a deep chuckle. Issac would find better ppeace in ignoring the problem than he did being confronted by it. If he could distract Marlow by any means necessary, he would.