Taking Katherine up into his arms, Rhysand swept her away to the floor. He was so strong and smooth. Decades of dancing, high society meets. Even under Amarantha's reign they had balls--though gruesome and terrible. The High Lord was no stranger to dancing, though the human steps would take work he had already caught on from watching this last half hour in the hall.
"Ready?" he asked with a boyish smirk as his hands moved to hers and let a distance fall between them. He watched another pair as his mind kept with the music. Then...a one, two, three, four--they were off! Rhysand laughed immediately as he started to bop along.