As it just so happens, a wolf whistle like that, from one of the princesses, nonetheless, is more than enough incentive for people who weren't already looking, to see just what it's all about.

A happy little murmur starts somewhere in the vast room, and then a smattering of polite applause.

That's enough for Wyatt to break the kiss, but he doesn't move away. If people want to look, let them. "What was I saying, again?" He grins, then snaps his fingers. "Right, got it! I've been thinking about something you've told me about several times. About these memories you have, dancing in the garden outside the ball room. They're not just your memories, and-- And this is the strange-sounding part. If Ambrose would like to dance some time during the night, I would be honored to be his partner."