Allison & Kol - May 8 1st Class Dance
Kol looked at her quite seriously for a moment. "You wouldn't," he replied quietly. Kol could kill them all, paint the ballroom in blood, and be unscathed by the experience. Feel nothing aside from relief that such violence brought to him. Soothing his soul or what remained of the one he had left. He wasn't so sure he ever possessed one, especially when blood trickled down his chin from ripping out someone's neck.
"They're not, darling." Kol watched her down her drink and then move into his arms, a hand placed upon his broad shoulder. Kol instantly put a hand on her waist and took up her other hand in his own. Her statement caused his mood to lighten and he smiled playfully at her as they started to move with the music from the four piece orchestra.
"You should know by now that I never have a problem taking the lead, Allison," he replied smoothly, moving to spin her carefully before putting his hand on her waist once more, gently guiding her. Even a hundred years in a box could not undo years of formal dance training. Centuries of experience shining through again.
"But I also would not be opposed to you showing me a few more modern dancing moves at some point."