Roderick looked sullenly around, meeting eyes with a white-clad bastard who looked smugly back at him. He kept looking around.

A woman! Unaccompanied! She looked rather young, but who cared? She was unaccompanied! Like a mosquito with newfound purpose, Roderick hovered closer and closer to Athanasia.

Then, when he was right by her:

“ExcusememissIseeyou’renotdancing.”

He held out an arm abruptly.