[ Hey; she'll take what she can get while she can get it. It does seem to be a rare move of boldness on his part, but she's still amused and enjoying it, and it is something she'll look back on fondly with the occasional reminders sure to come. Angela moves with him easily, graceful even when tipsy and keeping her hand in his as he leads her over to the large expanse of marble hosting the other dancers— but she'll stop them just outside the fringes instead of plunging right into the fray; they can move into the crowd if he seems more comfortable with her once they get going and if she can show him the basics to get him started on something a little more complicated.
The music may be on alien instruments, true, but it is still something lilting and soothing, slow-paced. Hopefully he won't mind her beginning with something painfully easy; she reaches up to rest her arms over his shoulders and minces right up against him, leaving him to lay his hands wherever he likes as she begins to sway. A simple slow dance that suits the music and leaves her smiling up at him with the tiny admission. ]
I promise I won't lead you astray even if I can't see over your shoulders.
[ She also doesn't feel the need to tell him not to worry about stepping on her feet; she's been to too many galas with too many drunk older men trying to dance with her that her reflexes are excellent in avoiding this very thing. Angela does her best to ensure others have a good time and don't get much of a chance to feel inferior around her, even if it's only a dance. She won't go over the top, and really, she assumes he's rather skilled on his feet to begin with, from what he's explained of his life. He will follow lead well.
The golden train of her gown sways with her, slipping pleasantly over her bare back as they move. ]
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The music may be on alien instruments, true, but it is still something lilting and soothing, slow-paced. Hopefully he won't mind her beginning with something painfully easy; she reaches up to rest her arms over his shoulders and minces right up against him, leaving him to lay his hands wherever he likes as she begins to sway. A simple slow dance that suits the music and leaves her smiling up at him with the tiny admission. ]
I promise I won't lead you astray even if I can't see over your shoulders.
[ She also doesn't feel the need to tell him not to worry about stepping on her feet; she's been to too many galas with too many drunk older men trying to dance with her that her reflexes are excellent in avoiding this very thing. Angela does her best to ensure others have a good time and don't get much of a chance to feel inferior around her, even if it's only a dance. She won't go over the top, and really, she assumes he's rather skilled on his feet to begin with, from what he's explained of his life. He will follow lead well.
The golden train of her gown sways with her, slipping pleasantly over her bare back as they move. ]
This isn't terrible so far, right?