George seemed to have relaxed, enough to laugh naturally at the words of one of his companions, but he seemed to freeze as Mariella approached again, the natural easiness seeping from him and he gave a polite smile to the two women. It seemed that he did not believe Mariella was going to spend her evening looking for possible brides for him.
"Miss Hamilton." He said, politely bowing his head and taking her hand, a light kiss pressed to her soft and pale skin. "It is my great pleasure to make your aquientance." He said to her with a small and bright, as if apologising for his nervousness. His friends seemed to accept that their host had been distracted, and melted away into the crowd of other guests.