T-there are other balls? [Marius rubs the back of his neck, trying to compose himself. Clearly this girl is of the higher society in the Port, when he's middle-class at best.] Perhaps I should...attend those as well. I often did at home. [Not really, but he wants to make an impression upon this girl.[

Oh! W-would you like one? I could...there is punch or...wine. [Frantically, Marius glances around, spotting a waiter nearby and plucking a glass of wine off of his tray to offer. Trying to channel Courfeyrac, he gives her a little bow and holds out the glass.]