It was quite the myriad for them both to try and navigate, who was leading, already a dance of sorts as they moved around one another. Had she known the darker turn of his thoughts, lustful for the tang of her blood on his lips, her interest in him might have shifted. Still as quickly as she was getting comfortable around him there was still wariness in the back of her mind that she couldn't let go of. Still being around him was intoxicating and the headiness of it was almost enough to make someone dizzy when accompanied by the glass of alcohol she kept sipping from. Still, for once, she found it nice to just let go of the day to day worries that had a tendency to plague the working class, and looking into his crystalline eyes she found a pool of relief she didn't know she was searching for and she decided to grab hold.
Quite literally as fate would have it as she reached out to take his broad hand in her own and pulled him out toward the dance floor. She was rather pleased with the somewhat surprised look that crossed Sebastian's features as they moved through the crowd, perhaps with this less than calculated move she had leveled the playing field a bit against the glances that set her heart to racing. Still she might have overestimated her own willpower as she felt the wideness of his hand spreading across her waist and causing her flesh to prickle at the contact. She moved toward him at his gentle pull, her arms reaching up to encircle his neck as the thrumming beat of the music enveloped them.
She wasn't much for dancing, most of her nights spent behind the bar watching the rest of the world sway to the music. It was a bit of a role reversal to be out here now, but there was a time when she used to dance, more for money than pleasure and it caught her a bit off guard. His breath tickled her forehead from the closeness that both dancing and the loud music required and she found the feeling caused the corner of her pink glossed lips to turn up even further in a soft smile. Instead of answering right away her hips instinctually began to sway to the rhythmic beat blaring from the speakers, her fingers playing with the fine hairs that peppered the back of his neck before turning her wide eyes back to his.
Cotillion, the coming out of young girls into 'society', was still alive and well in her birthplace and her participation had not been up for discussion. Classical dance was one among the many classes she had been forced to take on etiquette and manners for a time period which no longer existed yet their southern society seemed desperate to cling to. It was the reason she had left, ran from the strict structure and requirements of a life she neither chose nor wanted for herself. What had eventually led to her change and brought her here. She shoved away the thoughts and sudden onslaught of memories long repressed, smiling that charming smile back at her dance partner; debutante school had taught her a few useful things at least.