A quiet thing, easier to say knowing that she will return him to his room shortly, and descend back to the party. Simple as that.
And he doesn't hasten to say anything else, as they move through these next steps. As he turns her accordingly, this way and that, as he stamps his foot as directed. (The sound is somewhat muted, on account of his lack of boots, but it is enough, surely.) His fingers lace through hers, drawing her to a halt at the end of the hall.
"But you needn't indulge me," he tells her, taking the measure of her enthusiasm and finding himself uncertain of it.
Which is in and of itself an indicator. Wysteria's enthusiasm is rarely tempered.
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A quiet thing, easier to say knowing that she will return him to his room shortly, and descend back to the party. Simple as that.
And he doesn't hasten to say anything else, as they move through these next steps. As he turns her accordingly, this way and that, as he stamps his foot as directed. (The sound is somewhat muted, on account of his lack of boots, but it is enough, surely.) His fingers lace through hers, drawing her to a halt at the end of the hall.
"But you needn't indulge me," he tells her, taking the measure of her enthusiasm and finding himself uncertain of it.
Which is in and of itself an indicator. Wysteria's enthusiasm is rarely tempered.