A lot of men would likely be intimidated by the looks he received from Dinah, and with good reason. He did not know exactly what she was capable of, but if she was anything like her mother, he knew she had to be one Hell of a scraper. And right now she looked fit to kick his teeth down his throat if he gave a wrong answer, which... was a real shame, given the connection he thought they were having. To say nothing of some of the thoughts that had begun to stir in his mind.
Mentioning that he knew her mother at all was, of course, a mistake. But only a mistake as it related to how the rest of the night would now go. For though Carter found himself disappointed by this unfortunate turn of events, he could not fault himself for his honesty. Even if it served to undo what had otherwise been an amazing evening. He could have easily resisted her lead when she abruptly retreated from the dance floor with him in tow, but it would have been an effort in vain. Clearly whatever they had going was over. As they left though, he exchanged a few quick words with his charge, though in doing so he could not help but wonder if she still believed that he was really the reason he was here.
And given her questions, he saw that she did indeed not believe it.
He sighed.
They were mostly alone, but he chose to speak cryptically, just in case.
"I fought with her. Beside her. She had your same..." He started to say fire, but thought better of it, and shook his head. "She wore a wig when she went out. Sometimes we sparred too, her, Ted, and I." There was someone else, of course, but mentioning her would only complicate things further. "I know that it is hard for you to understand, but I was an ally of hers. A friend. You see I have... I have been around a very long time." He could note have put it more mildly. On the other hand admitting that he was once an Egyptian Prince would probably not land him in a worse spot than he was in now.
"Tonight was a coincidence, and whether you believe it or not I did not recognize you until just now. As far as I knew you were just a pretty girl sitting alone, and after our initial conversation..."
He trailed off. Not because he lost his words, so much as he realized what a titanic pill this was for her to swallow, if she even wanted to attempt to make the effort to believe him.
"I don't suppose there is any chance we could forget this and return to the dance floor?"