Damon managed to catch himself before barreling into the girl. He smiled, although his eyes still held the fear and hate for his own life. "Im quite fine, thank you. Damon Darkwood," he bowed low, still holding her hand. He gave it a gentle kiss, like how his mother taught him to do. "Its a pleasure to meet you, my dear." Damon stood up straight once more then let go of her hand. He could already feel this meeting growing quite awkward. "Your home," he swallowed hard. "Its absolutely beautiful."<br/>He couldnt help but to continue looking at her, holding her gaze. He hadnt seen anyone like her in all his years. He broke away from her gaze. "Would you care to dance with me?" he asked after a few more moments of the awkward silence. Before he left his home this evening he was well prepared to stay in character in front of these people. Now, somehow, he could feel his grasp of reality unravelling and slipping away. He held out his hand, hoping she would accept.