Fast forward to New Years Eve
Nathaniel counted himself lucky that Laura had no intentions of staying up to watch the ball drop or indulge in pointless celebrations over the passing of another year. It meant he could go to bed, sprawl out on his side and not have to listen to the droning of the Television while he attempted to get the proper amount of sleep.
Unfortunately for him, just a little after the stroke of midnight, all the other rooms in the hotel decided make a ruckus and shout "Happy New Year" at the same time. Waking him. It was far more unfortunate that his continuingly uncontrollable powers also decided to hit him just a heartbeat later and every single drunk, horny, unintelligible thought in the hotel flooded his groggy, sleep-addled mind.
Were he conscious enough to analysis his response, he would have found it to be completely unexpected. Instead of his body reacting to the influx of sensations by rolling over and attempting to hump the nearest warm body - he rolled out of bed to stand up and move to where he could offer the lovely, dark-haired woman sitting there his hand. Oblivious to the fact that he was dressed only in black boxer-briefs and not the finely tailored suit he thought he was.
"I believe my name is on your dance card for this number, Lady Milbury," he murmured with all the eagerness and nervousness of a sixteen year old boy, accent that of a highly refined Englishman. His mind locked in a dream or a memory of other celebrations, other dances shared with other women he cared for.