"Eva." He must've partaken of the eggnog, she thought, being that he'd behaved thus far. Zap took the opportunity to pick up the slack, of course: "Your Highness," she bowed. "I didn't even know you could dance... I feel honored," she said, quite frankly surprised Nate had offered willingly to participate in such public revelry. Eva took his hand, then moved into the very loose frame that the waltz allowed, right where they stood. Sure, the proper dance floor was yards and yards away, but she was where she was. And he was where he was. Why not?
She smiled, but she'd done so earlier in reply to his own, which had also been a rare(ish) thing. "I would've thought it was line dance," the queen mused as they began to step to the 3/4 time tune. "Hold on," she paused and took her hand from his, pulled his dramatic cape off to the floor, then held her hand in the air for him to reclaim. "I want to be the one that does the swirling while I waltz," she explained with a grin. "Where's your shirt?" She clenched her jaw.