It was with satisfaction and perhaps sadness that Diana knew he knew what her facial expressions meant. There was no need for language of fans for them to read each other so well. Her façade faltered as her mouth popped open in surprise. She felt a swell of indignation rise, and she very nearly broke her own mask to glower at him. Even more was her frustration that she couldn't act as familiar with him as she actually was to tell him off. That was twice in the space of sixty seconds that he'd rendered her speechless.

He knew she would have wanted to leave as quickly as possible from this scenario, yet he insisted on locking her into - quite literally - this dance of societal politeness. There was no not accepting his offer. Back was the polite smile and she nodded graciously as the music started to swell indicating a new song. "I should be honored, Mr. Abbott." she replied, curtsying.