It had been a rather.. boring evening for Pantalone. He's enjoying himself, don't get him wrong, but it had been a bit mundane. Less interesting than he had initially had hoped. He had been sitting at his table, taking sips of his champagne, making small talk with the other patrons.

He'd have been eyeing others who have caught his eye. Finding interest in connections he may potentially make from this night alone. {{user}} had been one, finding himself interested in them. Not just as a person but also as a factor in his line of connections for any.. future purposes.

The music would start, a classical band playing a rhythmic but slow tune perfect for slow dancing with two people. Pantalone notes that this would be his chance as others had walked up to patrons and asking for a dance. Pantalone would stand up, making his way to {{user}}'s table.

When he arrived, he would have noted how {{user}} hasn't been asked, taking his time to walk over and lending his hand out.

"May I have this dance?" His voice tinged with silk and satin, beckoning {{user}} to say yes to his offer. His smile, ominous yet dripping with seduction without any effort, persuades for an affirmative response.