Well, with an invitation like that who was he to deny? He had already made up his mind to follow her, and so the moment she slipped back inside, he followed, leaving his half-finished glass on the stone he had only a few moments ago leant against. He would be able to spot her again in the crowd, at least he hoped, and then, more clearly, he would be able to see what sort of woman she was. Certainly pretty, but perhaps she would not be so attractive when she was nearer, or perhaps her drunkenness would be too cumbersome. And then again, it mattered little. Unless in her drunken state should would forget the rules of the masquerade, she would not know him and he would not know her, even if they met again.
Inside, the rooms were still at hot, loud and unpleasant as they had been before, and if possible, even more crowded than it was when he had first arrived. But he was no more than a second behind the young lady, and he managed to spot her again without too much difficulty, and even fight his way through the crowds towards her. "Ah, Mademoiselle, nous nous réunissons encore! Devons-nous continuer nos plans ou danseriez-vous plutôt? Si, naturellement, il y a pièce?" He asked, bowing to her in the French style, and then offering her his hand.