Hayner grinned and gave his jacket a little tug. He was dressed well this evening - everyone was, but he had worn the clothes he only brought out at home, on special occasions, his best cut with his best cloth, in the colors that complimented him best. Dressed so, he looked almost worthy to be a friend of a Royal Lord of the Family.
"You are most gracious, My Lord. The way you move is hypnotic, graceful. I would be honored to receive private instruction at your hands. I can't say though that I will be a good student. You may need to show me. All night." Hayner gave him a wicked little grin. "My Lord."
Riku was very gentle with the queen, trying to be as exact with his movements, rather than showy as he might be with the Princess, or as passionate as he'd dance with the Prince. Elegant.
"He dances so well," Abe said, popping up at the Prince's side. "He fights so oddly, but he can really dance, your companion."
Belle was used to being a teacher. To leading, or following her own drummer, or simply dumbing herself down to fit her dance partner, more than anything else. But, dancing with Conrad, she didn't feel the need. They danced together. And it was wonderful.