"Nope. If you start practicing for an hour every night, we can try that again in a month. Thanks anyway, Chikyū." Keith gave her a small bow to meet etiquette's demand, then turned away. Next on the list was Kūki, the blusher. She was beautiful without a doubt, and she acted cute enough to make an ordinary man blush; however, he couldn't think of her as a Queen and wife. She was more like the girl to flirt with at a ball. Still, no reason to pass up this dance. Uh, chance.

He paused a moment to watch Prince Blueberry approach his sister. Keith gave the arrogant lech a glare, but left him be. He was trying to dominate Dansu, and Flame knows that would earn him, if not physical injury, an earful of appropriate insults. He hoped she screamed them clearly into his ear--leave the little sod with an earache or, better yet, headache for being such a snob.

Still, Keith had his own work to do. He turned back to face the Princess of the Wind. For this one, he wanted to try something fun. He took a moment to prepare his face, then put on the smolder. "Fair maiden with beautiful, golden eyes, I know not if it was fate or destiny that brought us here, but may I just say," Keith opened his mouth in a wide grin, "hey. Name's Keith Kasai."