Now they were actually out here on the dance floor, Bryar slowly realised that they would actually have to dance. As far as worries went, she didn’t really consider it one… more an obstacle to get past. Formal dance lessons weren’t exactly a part of her repertoire but it couldn’t be too complicated if everyone did it. Besides dancing wasn’t exactly the main thing on her mind though some pretence was certainly necessary. Making things a little too easy would spoil some of the fun she was having, especially with no Wayra around to scold her or whisper warnings in her ear. Not that her dance partner needed to know any of that.

A lady huh? Well maybe not. Bryar couldn’t stop herself from snorting as he called her one, not particularly a lady’s brand of behaviour. No one would ever usually mistake her as a member of the court, unless perhaps she was hanging out with Tristan but even then, it would be at a push. She fully placed the blame on Thea for that. Her dress screamed lady of the rich, noble, court type but her mannerisms screamed something entirely different. She did like the stupid way he bent over her hand though and she couldn’t but laugh. “I’ll have to tell Tris you called me a lady it’ll make his day,” well if she knew Tris he’d probably laugh as well, bastard that he was. Not that she could talk, seeing him all prettied up for his coronation, she had ammunition for days.

Well that was better. She was incredibly aware of the warmth of his hand through the thinness of her dress. Could feel the heat of his palm through the material and her skin tingling in answer. If she’d had any trepidation about dancing (unlikely) it melted away, her body relaxed with an easy kind of confidence. What did it matter if she wasn’t so good at the dancing part when she’d already gotten part of what she wanted?

“Hmm well if I liked you, I’d probably be planning on doing more than putting just my hands on you,” she tried not to laugh at his face and instead a playful smirk danced on her lips. Bryar wasn’t exactly being subtle, subtle was boring. However, she knew she didn’t want to blow up Everest’s head anymore than it already was, so saying she liked him straight out was a no go.

The spin took her by surprise, a pleasant surprise. Bryar laughed with clear delight as she twirled, her breath catching as he pulled her back in. Closer now than before she could feel the warmth from his body as well as his hand. Something like a shiver ran down her spine and her eyes flickered for a moment between his eyes and his lips. This felt like the last moment. The moment where you could still run away. However, anyone who knew Bryar knew that wasn’t her thing.

With little more than a steadying breath she closed the small distance that was still left between them. Her heart beat had picked up a notch making her wonder for a moment if it was possible to feel it now, she was pressed flush against him. It would ruin her confident façade if it was. “I think you ought to find out, unless you’d rather just dance,” her eyes gleamed on that last part, her lips turned up in a coy smile, as she refused to back down.