he speaks to her in a low voice, more just murmurs, with half-closed eyes that hardly ever leave her person. he watches her through his eyelashes, smiles at her charmingly and is constantly giving her compliments. he can't help but find something pleasant in her face, in the way she speaks, in the way she moves her hands, he's a little bit captivated, and it's not love or anything, but wow, she is quite pretty.
he's been feeding her alcohol all night, whether she's realized it or not. he put heavy doses into her drinks, nothing creepy or rapey like drugs, just alcohol, and he figures its okay because he's been dosing himself with it too, so the more time their friends hang around each other, the more time they get tipsy together. despite the wobbliness, he grabs her hand and pulls her out onto the dance floor with him, as always shocking everyone to find out that he does actually know how to dance, holding her against his body, close, and slowly gliding her through the steps. after a few minutes though, he whispers "come away with me."