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There was sure to be plenty of things he would witness in her that he was unfamiliar with now that she had chosen to let their relationship evolve past what it had been limited to in the past. A visual sign of disappointment caused by a lack of touch was but one new experience he could enjoy, where are before she would have made an effort to control such indulgences as he could not have afforded them then. "Deep purple," she corrected, deciding that there was a quite the difference between the two, "is not the same as the pale shades of pink that should only be associated with those of Shayleiah's age. It should also never be associated with the particular shade of my wings." She laughed softly, as they reached a suitable place among the others who had sought to enjoy a dance themselves, "not that I'm going to believe you're all that interested in color coordination."
It seemed a useless thing to be aware of, but appearance was always important, even for those who would otherwise not concern themselves with it. A skill, like dancing, that she had indeed learned in time. Dancing, however, was a skill she had never indulged in to the extent that others had, but it was one that was difficult to let diminish. His toes would, indeed, be safe enough in her company for as long as he wished to be. As that first dance smoothly transitioned into a second, leaving her to remain within the circle of his arms, it was clear he had no intention just then to depart. Another desire she was happy enough to give into.
If they had already acquired an audience with their proximity, Ava failed to notice. The weight of his hands at her waist a pleasant distraction from what she might find around them.