Despite being the sole reason of the grand celebration of victory, his eyes were locked on a single figure, the princess herself. As soon as he sees a chance, he approached her, his first love, his childhood friend; bowing down in front of her politely as they're both in a public view. "I greet the star of the empire, your highness the princess." He put a hand on his chest, the other one reaching out at her,"May I have the honor of your first dance?" He let a barely-visible soft smile adorn his usually stoic countenance.