Beautiful, it was all he could use to describe her, her appearance, the way she moved as she danced, the way she played with him, it was all so perfect, and he could see why last year's Ben had noticed her and taken such an interest in her. An interest which was frowned upon by some of their peers and by society as a whole for some strange reason. Except tonight it wasnt, tonight he was a gentleman and she was a lady and they were expected to dance.

He felt her put pressure on his lips, a confident touch of a woman who knew that he belonged to her perhaps? He laughed. "My apologies Miss Potts, where are my manners, Miss Pompadour who? I shall swear to our etiquette coach that my eyes will not leave you for the rest of the night." he grinned and raised an eyebrow as he took her hand back towards him and their bodies met again. There was another couple to their side and Ben noted the strange way that she looked at him. A fake smile almost like she was in pain as a man three times her age smelling vaguely of elderflower cordial danced with her and talked about showing her to his holdings in Pembrokeshire or some other nonsense.

Ben and Millie spun away from the other couple. "My lady Potts, I do declare this to be the ball of the season, might our next dalliance be at my Estate in Waffleshire, Hunter manor looks positively indubitable in the summer." he quaffed his voice in the style of old money as he tried to impress his lady, or make her giggle so she got lemonade bubbles in her nose, one of the two. If he was honest he didn't care which, her smile made his heart so warm and he hoped that her first grown up ball was as special as she had dreamed.

They didnt have long until this dance would finish and he would have to hand her over to some other man who wished to decorate her dance card with his name. He was not typically the jealous sort, he thought he would look forward to seeing her dance and smile with men around the room. Perhaps he was the jealous sort just a little bit.