"Their initiative didn't bring them here to meet you," he points out, voice low and soft, murmuring close to her ear so she can hear his words above the music, feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. So he could smell the gentle musk of her skin beneath the sweet spice of her perfume. "Or to ask you to dance."
Another turn, closer to the band, deeper into the throng of dancers. No easy escape. "I'm not exactly unhappy that you were unaccompanied, either."