I'd expect you to drag me out there without warning after asking.
[she's already leaning back to look at him, flourish and all. once, she thought it gaudy — scratch that, she still does. only it's a sort of gaudy that she doesn't seem to mind. he could cut an imposing figure when he wanted to in the past, and she's pleased to see that this form makes no difference. hell, he's even able to command her attention which is no small feat in itself.
with a shake of her head and and a barely-there smile gracing her lips, morga buries her hand into the ruff of feathers in the crook of his neck. still soft? still soft. at least the ones underneath the first layer.]
You'd also wind up having your feet stepped on more than anything else. The last time I've done any sort of "proper" dancing was the night of my wedding, and it wasn't a... you said a waltz?
[that was definitely something she'd never done before. there had been so much going on that night that she couldn't tell a foxtrot from a tango, let alone a waltz. nor had she seen one until then, too. she was more accustomed to the occasional dance that would break out in bars with crowded tables. something less... civilized in high society's eyes.]
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[she's already leaning back to look at him, flourish and all. once, she thought it gaudy — scratch that, she still does. only it's a sort of gaudy that she doesn't seem to mind. he could cut an imposing figure when he wanted to in the past, and she's pleased to see that this form makes no difference. hell, he's even able to command her attention which is no small feat in itself.
with a shake of her head and and a barely-there smile gracing her lips, morga buries her hand into the ruff of feathers in the crook of his neck. still soft? still soft. at least the ones underneath the first layer.]
You'd also wind up having your feet stepped on more than anything else. The last time I've done any sort of "proper" dancing was the night of my wedding, and it wasn't a... you said a waltz?
[that was definitely something she'd never done before. there had been so much going on that night that she couldn't tell a foxtrot from a tango, let alone a waltz. nor had she seen one until then, too. she was more accustomed to the occasional dance that would break out in bars with crowded tables. something less... civilized in high society's eyes.]