[ They do a waltz along to the rhythm, flowing hair and fluid steps all around the room. He wasn't lying when he said he was good. Memories blur — he sees the Versailles, he sees Shinjuku — yet he never takes his eyes off her. If asked, he would say she'd bound him to her by obligation or fear of divine retribution, but he can't deny the sway her charm has on him. Maybe it's the Charisma at work?
Damn. That is probably the most ridiculous thought he's ever had today. But hey, he kind of asked for it.
As the music slows, he holds her just a little closer to lean in and, though they're the only ones in the room, speak softly. ]
Hey, so tell me: you've seriously never danced before? Hasn't anyone asked you to?
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Damn. That is probably the most ridiculous thought he's ever had today. But hey, he kind of asked for it.
As the music slows, he holds her just a little closer to lean in and, though they're the only ones in the room, speak softly. ]
Hey, so tell me: you've seriously never danced before? Hasn't anyone asked you to?