"Oh, Sanguini is quite a bit older," Blaise commented, changing into his dancing shoes. "Even if he doesn't act it. But he can stay and sulk as much as he wants. " He moved his feet around a little to get a feel of the floor, the carpet underneath was smooth and soft, and his soles slid over them with ease. Satisfied, he got up and presented his bag and jacket to the lady behind the counter. "However, I have my own sanity to think about, so I am very grateful for your invitation," he continued, turning to Ashleigh and smiling. "I've had dancing lessons from very young, but it has been a while since I danced with a partner."
They entered the dance hall where the beginner's class was in full swing (Viennese to be precise) and picked a table at the front to the side, just out of view of the side mirrors. The beginners did not lack in enthusiasm, but already Blaise could tell who had it, and who did not. Turning away from the twirling couples, he focussed on his companion instead. Although he'd already stated it, he felt she would probably not understand how grateful he was. For a chance to get out, for a chance to dance, and for a chance to talk to the person whose work ethic and standards he'd enjoyed encountering on paper (or more recently, heard quite loudly across the office). "What kind of dance do you like?"