He's been watching her for awhile, here and there. She's difficult to miss wandering around the suite all the time and she possesses a sort of unquestionable beauty, even when she's being the most awkward vampire he's ever encountered. He's even almost becoming fond of her hair.

Draco's smirking of course, he's rarely not, but it tilts more wicked when he can feel the shift in the way she moves with him. It's a sort of easing, and aside from being more comfortable it makes him significantly more inclined to press firmer up against her in the dance. He takes a moment to shift her hair more properly over one shoulder, if only to give him easier access to her ear... some of the bar patrons have been getting a little noisy.

"We might've found the page on our own, don't you think?" The song changes, the rhythm shifts, but Draco finds the new one all too quickly.