Lydia's blush only made Ender all the more interested in this woman, but his heart sank when she began to quietly slip away without even understanding his words. He wanted to raise his voice in defense and take back all he said, but that was not what he felt like doing as the woman stood to her full height, making her body all the more alluring to his strange, violet eyes. He felt the urge to make her blush some more, to help her realize his patiently seductive intent, for this woman was a beauty to him both in mannerisms and appearance. And yet, he had to settle for a common ground. He gently raised a hand, as if in a quiet halting gesture to this woman who hadn't yet shared even her name.<br/><br/>"The table is not what we seek, fair lady, though I am sad that we can not join you. Perhaps you would do Dahlia and I the honor of joining the both of us at another location instead? We truly wish to meet with such a fine being as yourself, with a hope that we will warm up to each other this intimate evening." His fairly effeminate voice was steady, and he did his best to only hint at his intentions beyond meeting this unique woman. To befriend a fellow patron would have made him happy, truly. But he had to hope for something more in a club where anything goes. Dahlia smiled fondly at Lydia, and even blushed, herself at Ender's choice of language. He was fitting the theme so well in his attempt to slowly lure another woman.