She was... afraid. Riku could hear it in her voice, and the tremble of her little (but strong) hands. "Shh, shh." Riku drew her close in his arms, protective. "It is okay," he promised, "Shh, Little Sister. Shh. It is okay." He wasn't going to push her to dance if she wasn't comfortable. he was... sad that she didn't feel safe. But he had hope that one day, she would. "We will just watch, together." He turned her around and drew her safely into his arms.
Belle found Conrad's... lack of frivolity refreshing. He wasn't going to make senseless small talk for hours and only really say very little about his real feelings. His frankness was all the more flattering for it. "Thank you." Well, she was a lady, but she was also an independent woman. "You look very handsome," she said, "But I think I like your informal attire more. This," she touched the cord of rank on his chest, "Is so restrained for you." He was... more playful, more interesting, than his official uniform suggested.
"I AM catching up with my friend," Belle insisted. "I am spending time with you." If she was so bold to call him a friend (and she was so bold).
"For a few weeks more." More like slightly less than two. "I must return home - my father was wounded in a fight, and my mother will require my help."