Oh god. James blinked, his eyes darker when they reopened, a gentle flush colouring his face. "Ascendant, he whispered under his breath, before coughing and coming back to himself slightly. "Stimuate the appetite, yes, to dance."
He looked about for one of the older chaperones from the Hotel, a woman he knew would be knitting rather than dancing. He suddenly saw her, and sure enough she was sat knitting close to the area where the musicians were. He pulled Paul through the crowd towards her. She agreed with a smile to look after the instrument for as long as was required, and once it was passed over, James started to tug on Paul's arm impatiently. "Dance."