Jameson's grin only widened when she thanked him and then allowed him to easily lead her out to the dance floor. He found she was quite pliant and moved fluidly, very much like having the grace of the doe she was masked as. And even while they danced, a simple silence seemed to envelope them though his gaze never once left her own except when the dance required it to.

And just like that, their dance came to an end though he was loathe to release his catch so quickly. "Perhaps you'd care for a drink?" he asked politely as they began to leave the floor.

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