Tiberius felt as thought Antigone were preparing to crawl into his skin with the way that she moved towards him, though admittedly much of the feeling there was due to the intensity of her expression and words, not the physical actions themselves. The hand that she put on his lower back was pushing the boundaries of what might be considered proper for a social dance, but he didn't think it fell into the realm of things that might trigger her Vow. As she was still standing, evidently he was correct. Still — it was obvious that the interaction had affected her. Tiberius tensed, but didn't back away from his wife. "Who was it?"

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