"I have never heard its like before." Fitz seemed to chew on a thought for a few seconds. "French then. France is -" Before Fitz could say what France was the dance took the pair apart from each other. He continued his courtly chatter with the other courtiers before finally, after two more partners, the song ended.<br/><br/>Collete was not very far from Fitz though. Before she, or even he, could move back toward each other a man in what appeared to be his late 50's or early 60's, with a woman of stunning beauty at his arm caught Fitz's attention.<br/><br/>"Ser Jameson." Fitz nodded politely.<br/><br/>"Now here is my daughter Olivia. You will find she's quite the dancer." Without a word in edgewise Fitz and the woman were dancing to the next song.<br/><br/>"Sorry for my father's instance. I had not wanted to come tonight. I am not a social person."<br/><br/>"That would explain why I have never seen you before. I am well versed in your father's feats of war though." This was not the conversation Fitz wished to be having. He knew plenty of this girl. She had been seen unescorted before, not that Fitz particularly cared, that had never interested him before, what it did mean to him though was she was lying to him now.  "Olivia, have you seen the young woman Cinderella around before?"