Dance Floor: Tobias and Belle
"Maybe all the bastards out there today, are the descendants of the many offspring of King Henry himself. He has pushed the bastard seed out there among the people; though I imagine there were plenty before," Tobias offered with a smirk, continuing to watch the brilliant woman before him, "That's because Queens had to be wiser. They could be stoned otherwise; Kings were known, and it was accepted as the right of a King. Disgusting as it is."
With their bodies pushed together, Tobias found that being this close to Belle was something he could definitely get used to. So sure of herself, with such confidence, grace, intelligence, and beauty; she was a worthy appeal to him. Even if she were halfblood. It was the only mark against her, he'd done his research after all, and it disgusted him. Not that she was halfblood, but that he was allowing himself to find any attraction there; still, he figured there was hope there with her intelligence and upbringing. She held herself with the pride of a Pureblood, and he told himself that eventually purebloods would be dying out anyway. His family and bloodline needed to adapt.
Hands curled around behind her, setting flat palm to the small of her back, the other curling up to take hold of one of her hands on his shoulder while they moved. The music slowly lifting to a crescendo, and he began to dance a bit more properly.
"A dastardly rebel then, is what intrigues you. A man who spits on the name of the King, but to his face speaks insults vaguely, hidden beneath crafted compliments and endearments. A man plotting the King's demise, while befriending him. And perhaps... treating the King's 'property' as more than just property, and instead a partner. Mmm, political intrigue indeed."