"As am I," he commented, following after her as she headed back towards the table where her stuff was located. "I'm quite fond of walking without a limp." She had done far better than he had expected. Most of the time when a woman said she couldn't dance, she really couldn't and he'd end up with the bruises to prove her. Emma had only stepped on his feet once and it had been barely noticeable.
Reaching the table, he spotted Daphne's things sitting at her seat. Clearly Clint and Daphne had arrived. He glanced to Ria's spot beside Emma and wondered just how this dinner was going to go. Perhaps they should have sat with random people. The tension was going to be palpable. So much for thinking things through.
Shaking his head, he reached out and pulled out Emma's chair for her. "What would you like to drink?"