"I am Roland," he said simply.  He swayed with her and running his hands down her hips.  The music changed from a driving dance beat to something slower, as the DJ announced a couples dance.  They weren't a couple yet, but Roland was determined that she should he his.  He moved his hands possessively over her, without being inappropriate in public.  Her hand down his chest sent tingles through his body, and her energy was intoxicating.  He knew that he could simply drain her dry, if he wished to, but it was better to make it last, to savor the experience.<br/><br/>As they swayed to the music, he talked to her quietly and compellingly, using only a hint of his glamour to take the edge off of her fear.  "Tell me about yourself, little one.  What is your name and where do you live.  Where did you grow up?"  He wasn't entirely interested in her past, but only her future, but if he could make her trust him, rather than glamouring her into it, the experience would be that much more special.