He glanced over at her during the dance and nodded a little a subtle gesture but a gesture none the less that he still knew where she was and would wish to speak with her in the future.  In the mean time his head was spinning his mind going through all sorts of things as his feet went automatically through the steps and he muttered the standard small talk to the woman he was dancing with.  It would be so easy for him to figure out who she was now with her hair and her eyes; such an unusual combination had to be rare, and he was unsure if there would be more than one person in the entire kingdom that looked like the fetching creature glad in gold and sitting on the bench by herself looking fetching and lonely as a dove without a mate.  After the song he started back in her direction but was side tracked by another nobleman of high rand making idle chit chat; he tried to pry himself out of the conversation but found it difficult.