[ the dancing itself isn't demanding, more of a gentle motion than anything — especially compared to the slightly faster moves she'd attempted with peter before. this is simple, and the only thing about it that gives her pause is the fact that they aren't alone; she's never danced in front of others before, and only ever with peter for company. the part of her that still prickles with that need to maintain an air of unshakable, unaffected deadliness quails at the idea of being seen like this, but she forces it down, quiets it in favor of focusing on their surroundings.
(on peter's hand in hers, on the splay of his fingers on the bare skin of her back.)
the murmur of voices around them doesn't prove to be useful, yet, but the vantage is much more appealing than peering around from the fringes of the room.
...she'll at least give him that.
but when he speaks up again, his phrasing has her leveling him with one of those flat, somewhat exasperated looks. ]
Perhaps I should investigate that hall to our left instead.
[ but she's not stepping away from him as her hand stays in his, her other resting on his shoulder with her thumb brushing against skin where his neck meets the collar of his shirt. ]
no subject
(on peter's hand in hers, on the splay of his fingers on the bare skin of her back.)
the murmur of voices around them doesn't prove to be useful, yet, but the vantage is much more appealing than peering around from the fringes of the room.
...she'll at least give him that.
but when he speaks up again, his phrasing has her leveling him with one of those flat, somewhat exasperated looks. ]
Perhaps I should investigate that hall to our left instead.
[ but she's not stepping away from him as her hand stays in his, her other resting on his shoulder with her thumb brushing against skin where his neck meets the collar of his shirt. ]