"Well, I would hate to be mistaken for a wallflower. That I most certainly am not."
Lestat turned. He hadn't been paying attention, either. He'd been listening to Baba, and watching the dancers dance. He had just taken her hand, in fact, with a slight bow of his head, when the woman in the beautiful dress stepped into him.
He smiled and looked up at her, not letting go of Baba's hand just yet.
"No apology necessary," he said, giving her a wink. "Anyone looking that lovely is free to bump into me at their leisure."