Reception - Astrid and Jack
If he hadn't been in polite company he might have been sneaky and undid the top button of his trousers. He'd over done it. All the little finger foods, and the not so finger foods, had been delicious. And now he had no room for cake. He settled for the buttons of his suit jacket being unbuttoned. He could see himself going into a food coma.
But then a savior in the guise of a redheaded viking woman. Jack smiled back up at her, and took the offered hand, not to use her as leverage, no. He flipped it over and placed a kiss on her knuckles. "I would be honored Astrid. I'm not much a dance teacher, though, but this stuff isn't hard to dance to." At least not the slow songs. He stood.