Bryn | Jacob | Edward
"What? Sorry. I was lost in those eyes again." Jacob beamed, clearly teasing. There was some truth there though, perhaps more than Edward realized. He wondered if he knew how arresting his eyes could be. How they could light up with mischief or bore straight through a person when the man was paying special attention to someone. Jacob often found his breath catching when the man looked at him a certain way. Those eyes and that smile, it really wasn't fair.
"Your dancing is fine. Maybe you aren't up for the mazurka yet, but good enough that I can be grateful that you didn't follow pirate tradition and get yourself a pegleg." He teased with a gentle shrug. "Neither of us are truly a match for Bryn, but she has had the benefit of years and a figure that makes everything she does look graceful. Though, truth be told, I can think of better things to do with you when you're this close that don't involve dancing, so let's not feel too much like the poor cousin."