The thought of asking Princess Gabrielle out to dinner with him had crossed his mind, but he'd quickly dismissed it: he couldn't afford to get into trouble with the French Monarchy, especially when he'd also started considering how delicious it would be to despoil the young, virginal maid. He swirled the champagne in his glass before taking a sip, watching Gabrielle as she walked away, admiring the fact that she was as lovely from behind as she was face-to-face.
To hear somebody address him came as a bit of a surprise: he turned to look and gave the lady a quick once-over: she wasn't as gorgeous as the Princess, but she was still quite fair... and she also seemed more interested in him and not practicing her English. Igor faced her and inclined his head in a small, respectful bow, then took her hand. "Count Igor Arkadyevitch Karkaroff of Dagestan, at your service." He kissed her hand and let it go, smiling all the while. "My accent, is Russian. And to me, your accent is also unusual. It is... Scottish?"