He smiled as the Cypriot came out, dancing like a nymph across the floor with a nimble grace that was just as splendid as he remembered them. His attention was quickly pulled away to the exotic and fiery haired Celt. She seemed prideful and passively resistant but he admired the quiet nobility she held herself with and her pale beauty as well. He only spared a glance for the woman from the north and was considering how he woudl approach the red haired girl when another woman came out. She was older than the others, that being said she couldn't have been much older than him if she was, and her beauty certainly hadn't suffered even the slightest for it in his eyes. If anything full maturity had only accentuated her beauty. She was from where, Egypt maybe? No, farther north than that, the wilds of that dark continent where so few dared to venture, but from which gold streamed out of the shadows? No, she was a Nubian by the looks of her, if his guess was right. He took a quick gaze around the room and at Lucia, confident he could spare a moment he stepped around the crowds and approached her.<br/>"Hello Kaya, I'm Cadmus, you're Nubain?" He said in an attempt at a dialect he had picked up a little of from an Egyptian tribe of Nubians.