Dance Floor: Trent & Claire
"How many people can do that, hm?" Trent hummed with a grin as his words rolled off the tongue and were in essence liquid honey, but Trent couldn't help it. Alcohol caused his accent to get thicker and it wasn't like he could stop speaking the way that he was. "Guess it is, sure is pretty, don't you think?" And he knew the source, but he wasn't about to let that slip, not when Anna's secret was hers and hers alone and Trent was looking after it.
He shrugged before simply letting the dust escape him, his telekinesis spinning it on its way which caused a distinctly glittery effect at which point Trent's mouth tugged into a grin, blue eyes bright and enjoyment of this evening clear.