Reinholdt/Ari/Open - After Party
"Of course! Such a simple and blasphemous curse would never fall from such able and angelic lips." And with that, he couldn't help but laugh at himself. His lead on the dance was easy, graceful and his left arm was strong in it's hold and angle, not a single thing could budge it, regardless of how Ari might push or pull. His right hand remained appropriately cupping her shoulder blade and the Duke's knees bended and lift with the rise and fall in the music, making him nearly seem like he was gliding flawlessly across the dance floor, his steps making no sound.
"The feeling of freedom is rather fleeting in such fine and fetching work line, is it not?" The question was simple as he pressed and pulled, leading effortlessly in a ninety degree turn before moving to twirl Ari underneath his lead arm.