[ Trahearne's gaze remains firmly on their feet, trying to follow the stranger's steps while trying not to step on--or get stepped on by--other people. He is not taking this as romantic, especially since something in the back of his mind tells him he should know this person. He's trusting a friend to carry him out of this crowd, more like.
Still, he manages to keep up well enough when his eyes stay down. ]
You're good at this. [ An idle remark. ] Have you much training in dance?
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Still, he manages to keep up well enough when his eyes stay down. ]
You're good at this. [ An idle remark. ] Have you much training in dance?