Only a few moments after he'd smiled at her, the woman from the dance floor moved over towards him. He watched her out of the corner of his eye until she spoke. That dress was quite distracting enchanting to the centaur. Orrin looked down at her, smiling once more. "Yes," he shifted his glance to Freyr for a moment (who looked as if he was doing some sort of Midgardian dance) before bringing his attention back to the young woman. "His highness is very much the free spirit." Orrin agreed, with a smirk.
He dipped his torso in a bow and lowered his free hand to her. "My name is Orrin." He gave her a smile. "May I have the pleasure of yours?"