Ded and Hes
About an hour after their late arrival, Dedalus leaned in close to Hestia, placed his hand on the small of her back, and whispered in her ear, "Might I ask the future Mrs. Diggle for a dance?" He pulled back just a bit and looked at her with a warm smile on his face.
He had improved significantly since Mary had started giving him private dance lessons for the wedding. But, he wanted to save that surprise for their reception and the first dance, so he was going to have to ham things up a bit. There was, of course, the very real possibility that he'd still trip over his own two feet by accident, even considering he was a better dancer than before.
Dedalus offered his hand to Hestia, as he waited for her to decide if it was worth the risk of getting her feet stepped on.