Aspel/Vivi/Altair/Open.
It had been a great evening so far: just as good as Altair had hoped. There was still one woman he hadn't had the chance to dance with yet. In fact, she was the only woman Altair was afraid might reject his offer to dance, but he hoped she would accept out of social obligation, if nothing else.
He saw Vivi talking to Aspel and crossed over to them. Not wanting to be so rude as to interrupt, particularly in the company of the person most likely to take him to task for rudeness, he waited until he could approach without talking over either of the women.
"Good evening, ladies," he said, smiling at each of them in turn and bowing slightly. "Madam. Aspel. I was able to catch most of the exhibition today. You and your comrades held up well against the Guildmaster. It was quite impressive."