"Of course I don't aim to be stodgy," he said, but his tone was playful now rather than properly offended. She'd earned enough of his goodwill throughout the conversation that he was willing to believe she was only teasing him with a word like stodgy, and Bellamy took it in stride. "But I'll write Bonaccord on the letter so I know it won't go astray. And hopefully I'll write soon," he said. The painting wasn't anywhere close to finished yet, but he'd been working on it quite a bit, so he didn't expect that it would take him too long. It really couldn't go on indefinitely, because he didn't have access to Alistair Darrow often enough to keep him fresh in his memory.
Bellamy had said this with the tone of a goodbye, and had even taken half a step away from her, before something occurred to him. "Oh! Do you want to dance?" he asked, with a gesture towards the dance floor. He hadn't ever been particularly interested in dancing, at least not ballroom dancing, but this was a ball. It seemed the thing to do.
Bellamy had said this with the tone of a goodbye, and had even taken half a step away from her, before something occurred to him. "Oh! Do you want to dance?" he asked, with a gesture towards the dance floor. He hadn't ever been particularly interested in dancing, at least not ballroom dancing, but this was a ball. It seemed the thing to do.
