"Your eyes," he murmured. "They're blue. I thought they might be, given your coloring, but it was difficult to tell from so far away." She froze, but he had to admire her adherence to purpose as she said, "I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about." He leaned in just enough so that she would notice. "Mine are brown." She looked as if she were about to make a retort, but instead she blinked, and almost appeared to be peering at him more closely. "They are," she murmured. "How odd." He wasn't sure whether her reaction was amusing or disturbing. Either way, he wasn't through provoking her. "I think the music is starting," he said. "I should find my mother," she blurted out. She was getting desperate. He liked that. Perhaps the evening would turn out to be enjoyable, after all."