He'd been recognized! That delighted him and he beamed at her as he took a seat. While most of her recognition might have come from how their last meeting had been, he liked to think that it was also nearly impossible for one to forget a good-looking man such as himself. Good to know that his previously scratched and bloodied self had not turned her off.
"Just cuts," he said, waving off the comment as if he hadn't obsessed over them once he'd left her and his head had cleared. As if he hadn't, like always, worried that the scratch marks would leave permanent scars, making him ugly forever. "But thank you."
He looked around at all of the dancing people, smiling amiably at their catchy happiness. He'd managed to get himself in a seat across from her, and so far, besides a somewhat tense posture on her part which was completely understandable, she was showing no other signs of discomfort.
"What brings you here?" he asked, gesturing with his hand at their surroundings.
