Pansy Parkinson + Evan Rosier
He moved to the floor at a leisurely, though purposeful pace. Mostly everyone was busy mingling, searching for people or refreshment. They had a good bit of the dance floor still to themselves, and Evan guided Pansy into the start of a waltz, though not without a few variations. His eyes somewhat smiled to Pansy behind the mask, and he gave a nod.
Drawing her a bit closer served as something of a cue. "As can be expected, Your Swan Majesty, though wondering if you were ready for something livelier," he answered, breaking his silence, meanwhile bringing her hand in to his chest. "And you?" He had three exceptions he'd speak to. Just three.