Carter's head dipped in acknowledgement to her words, mostly to let her know that he could actually hear her despite the overriding bump of the bass behind the music. He did this occasionally throughout her statement. Initially in agreement about her statement to turning down the music and then of potentially losing hearing in a party this loud. "Well, Chelsea. I have to say... the whiskey and coke is better consumed under the light breeze of the cool evening air. Want to join me outside? I was on the patio earlier and the music is still good and far more tolerable on the eardrums out there." Was he some sort of woman whisperer? To his friends? He was already employing tactics of divide and isolation. Private conversation stimulating more intimate atmosphere and dividing her from friends leaving her more open to romantic liaisons. That was also because most of his friends assumed he was just trying to pull a piece of ass like they were. Carter wasn't some heroic personality who didn't have very human desires. But he<i>did </i>genuinely<b>want </b>to talk.<br/><br/>"C'mon, follow me." He suggested, leaving no room for recourse for her to choose a different path. At least not in his verbiage, she of course had a choice. She could just choose not to listen, not to accept his offer to politely or even impolitely decline. That didn't stop Carter from flashing her that same smile, although this one more notably short lived. It was a little softer than the smirk from earlier, less about confidence and more about showing a genuine curiosity to chat more with her. She was unquestionably gorgeous, he pegged her as a freshmen or perhaps a sophomore and he was suddenly disappointed he hadn't seen her sooner if she turned out to be a sophomore. He dipped his head towards the path that'd lead toward the sliding patio door, out to the balcony where he had been. To indicate his path, as he walked.<br/><br/>As he crossed past the undulating bodies of some people dancing to the music and the mild sea of moving people shifting to get more drinks or to join others on the dance floor. He, without thought, extended a hand out back towards the path that Chelsea could be following him. The hand meant for her to take so he could walk with her and ensure they didn't get separated or lost in the house party. It wasn't until that moment he thought to actually check if Chelsea was behind him. Head tilted to look over his shoulder in his wake, eyes searching for Chelsea with his outstretched hand. The other playing close to his chest to clutch his drink so it didn't get knocked over or spilled on the floor by any passerby. If he lost her, would he go find her again? No, he'd assume she thought better then to join a stranger on the patio outside for a drink. But she was mesmerizing... the look in his eyes wasn't panic but there was an earnest interest in finding her.<i>Did she follow him?</i>