As Delilah walked away, Theo looked down at Astoria.
"You sure this is a wise, idea?" he asked dryly. "Wouldn't want to make your darling husband jealous."
Still, he took her hand and led her out on the floor, his hand exactly where was proper, at the small of her back, the two of them with the proper distance between them for two people not romantically involved.
They were silent for a moment as the music swirled around them.
"You fit into your dress," he said after a moment.