Surely she hadn't been out of practice. Either that or his eye for dance was poor, though he wouldn't want to do anything of the kind to make her think that was his assumption. Her movements were smooth, practiced as if she'd been doing this before with the smile adorning her face brighter than he'd seen it yet. At the end of the night, Faustus would admit to himself he adored it. For now, he merely enjoyed the movements of the dance, keeping a steady hand on her back as they spun along with the other pairings on the dance floor.
"I find that quite hard to believe," He commented, amusement coating his voice again as he lifted her into the air. His hand pressed firmly into her back to support her before he directed them into another half circle, following the group. "I'd say you're quite good at it."
"I find that quite hard to believe," He commented, amusement coating his voice again as he lifted her into the air. His hand pressed firmly into her back to support her before he directed them into another half circle, following the group. "I'd say you're quite good at it."