Dance Floor: Trent & Claire
Trent arched his eyebrow when Claire ducked in and sniffed him, not finding that as odd as he might have in the past considering Ashton did it all the time. Her breath was warm against his ear, the same ear which was sensitive, and he did his best to avoid people getting too up close and personal with it for that exact reason.
"I dunno," he drawled, accent thick as he returned her smile with her own. "I suppose that'll depend on how the night pans out. 'Sides I couldn't tell you as that would just ruin the surprise."
And a moment later the telekinetic had without touching her spun her on the ground and lifted her a few inches off the ground, a smirk firmly in place before he caught the wayward fairy dust from Anna and stopped his dancing for the moment as he gathered it in his hand, a small whirlwind of glittering dust held in the space above his palm and for Claire to observe.