Such a naive child... really Moon, he thought to himself, taking the adolescent’s hand as he gently led her to the dance floor. The song currently playing was a waltz, something within his comfort zone. The band would probably play classical music until the adults grew tired; might as well take the dance he could to learn what he could.
“You do not seem to frequent these occasions,” he observed quietly as they assumed a closed waltz. “Then again, I assume political formalities do not become you, Princess?”
Get her talking, don’t ask anything direct... of course, there was a small (but probable) chance she’d recognize him, but if she didn’t yet then it was quite unlikely. Besides, if need be he could get away quickly and well enough.