Oz didn't realize what she was doing until she'd already kissed his cheek, at which point he immediately moved to wipe it off with his hand. He shot her a look which may have been ill-suited to a man nearly thirty-six years old but perfectly fitted to an annoyed older brother.

"If you say so," he mumbled, not feeling the conversation was properly finished but unsure what else he could say at this juncture. Besides, a masquerade was hardly the ideal place for an impromptu heart-to-heart. Oz still didn't know exactly how they had gotten here; even when he'd thought he was addressing Shalott he hadn't been planning on saying all that.

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His expression of boyish annoyance made her smile, and she couldn't help but titter under her breath at him. The part of her that was still his annoying little sister, the one who squabbled with him as often as she spoke to him, was rather pleased that he was conceding this conversation to her. She was chalking it up to a victory - regardless as to whether it was one or not. 'I do indeed big brother.' She declared with a smile.

The band finished the song, and she caught Victor's eye across the room. She smiled at him and nodded, acknowledging wordlessly, his name on her dance card for the waltz. She placed a hand on Ozy's arm and gave it a squeeze. 'Enjoy your evening Ozymandias.' she demurred to him, with only the vaguest threat of another affectionate kiss, but held herself back.

She moved to the edge of the dancefloor to rendevous with her intended for her dance, determined to enjoy this fuzzy affectionate feeling that she had been enjoying all evening, and further determined to pointedly ignore her brothers well intentioned concerns.

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