Spring: Vangelis and Valentin
Vangelis felt a strange pride at being told by the vampire that he looked good. He'd felt out of place here more often than not, and even though he still felt that way at the moment, the comment was appreciated.
"I..." He looked at the people who were apparantly dancing. "That is dancing?" He frowned, looking disappointed. "I do do it differently. We usually dance around something. Or someone. Strong, sharp movements. Quick but careful steps. The... the music is also not what I expected. Though maybe I should have. I would rather hear instruments, or a choir of voices."