"Working far more than I like to admit to," Pansy said, wondering what had come over Blaise briefly; he'd drifted for a moment, but she refrained from asking. "But you won't tattle on me, will you darling?" She gave him a playful grin. "You know I always love traveling with you. If I can fit in a couple of days in my schedule, I'll let you know."
She finished her drink, then looked out at the dance floor. "Come on, enough talk about work. You promised me a night of dancing, and these shoes weren't meant to be wasted." She held out a hand, then led him onto the floor. Dancing was just the ticket to finish out the evening.