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[b][u]Aliquam: Tobias’ Gala[/u][/b]

Dance seemed to rely heavily on footwork, which was an area that Lute was sorely lacking in. However, the contrary could be said of Rose; it seemed as if dancing was secondary to her nature, judging from the flawless way she executed steps and glides that Lute would never have done by himself. It was a bit nerve-wracking at first since he kept expecting himself to trip, but for some miraculous reason accidents and missteps were few and far between, which began to inspire confidence in the virtuoso. Said confidence was mixed with a staggering amount of admiration of his lady partner’s poise.

[i]“See, Lute? You’re getting the hang of it. You’re actually a wonderful dancer!”[/i] Ah. He kept close tabs on how it seemed easier to keep his feet away from each other the longer they danced, but hearing it from someone far more experienced felt wonderful. “It’s all because of you, miss Rose. You’re the amazing one,” Lute blushed in reply and ducked his head to avoid meeting her gaze. 

The music slowed- it seemed as if the band was close to switching to another song- and Lute was able to more clearly hear some sort of commotion coming from Moira and the others. That and Rose giving him the chance to take the lead. “All right then!” He replied cheerfully and beamed back at Rose, the shy and insecure façade from earlier long brightened by her patience and the glee that came from executing a set of steps without failing. The virtuoso steered away from his drunk friends and stayed within the circle of formal dancers who were now swaying gently in time to the tempo, still blissfully oblivious to the glares thrown at him from all directions.

“So um… miss Rose,” Lute fidgeted and he averted his eyes for a brief moment. “T-the song, it might change soon, because… because the band might play a hip something for them-,” He tilted his head at Amy and company, plus their small gathering of followers, “-but…” The white-haired man seemed to ignite from within as his face was now lighting up in a warm light red, and what followed next were rushed but sincere words. “But I really enjoyed it though! I meant, dancing. With you. So… Thank you very much for the opportunity!”