[The song winds down and she stops dancing on silence's cue, her head cocked slightly to the side, her eyes cast in a curious gleam. What exactly he has in mind is lost on her, but damned if she doesn't want to find out. Still, there are limits to how much of herself she's willing to give away in public. The mood of the dance is easy enough to explain away, but walking off together this early into the event – even if just to take an innocent stroll around the premises – creates implications that she's not quite ready to deal with yet. In part because they're at least a little bit true and impossible to shrug aside now.
So before breaking apart, she says, softly:]
I'll be waiting by the entry hall.
[Which she follows up with a more normal-toned.]
Thank you for the dance, Lion. Your footwork is impressive.
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So before breaking apart, she says, softly:]
I'll be waiting by the entry hall.
[Which she follows up with a more normal-toned.]
Thank you for the dance, Lion. Your footwork is impressive.