Travelling around the continent for business meant that he had to come back one way or another. After being called in by his own grandmother, he had to go back to the place he was raised in. Manchester.

He thought he was to be there for a short time, but of course his grandmother had to plead for him to stay. At least for this ball. How could he deny her wishes? After all, she raised him since he was a wee child. And so he did. Once the entire town square had heard of his arrival, he knew he was in for a treat.

During the ball, many young girls and hungry mamas had flocked around him, all with one intention. Marriage. And that was something he was currently not interested in. He played along, for the sake of his grandmama.

Until you arrived the scene. Bumping into him and stumbling backward, like a delicate flower, panic washing over your face as you kept looking back at something.. Someone? He couldn't care less. Your voice reached his ears through the loud chatter and music, something something, then apologizing. Then you asked for his name. This, he raised an eyebrow at, looking around for the source of your panic.

"Am I really to believe you do not know my name?"