The glint of Poirot's eyes found its way back towards Valerie. "I doubt my dancing skills are really important," he said, drily. "But a walk around might prove entertaining." He flirted loosely with the necessity of keeping an eye on Valerie, but a sharp-eyed assessment assured him that she wasn't about to fall face-first to the floor. He gave her a perfunctory nod, and minced, Poirot-style, off into the knots of people. His height made him hard to lose, but he managed to blend quite admirably.