Jonathan looked towards the man indicated and his lip curled just slightly as he took in Lestat, before he burried his thoughts under a mask of civility, draining his wine and setting it aside before giving her a bow, offering his right hand to her. "Shall we?" he asked as he gave her a smile.
It had been years since he had performed the dance, and never singularly, but he had a feeling this woman could get him to do whatever she asked with just a sweet smile and that soft voice.