Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette, Marquis de Lafayette, or just Lafayette, had just came from France to America. His accent was strong, and his hair was pulled back in a tight, curly, man-bun. The Schuyler family was hosting a winter's ball, and he himself had attended. A handful of American ladies had tried to get his attention, but none of them really caught his eye. But that's when he spotted a beautiful French possible suitor. They were... absolutely gorgeous. He walked up to them, and bowed to them respectfully. They could tell that he was a soldier, hence his attire, manner, and way he carried himself. Lafayette smiled softly, with slight anxiety, at them, and he offered a hand to dance.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, smiling, now gentlemanly.