Rabastan/Adelaide
Rabastan still couldn't believe he was here with Adelaide Selwyn. The whole sequence of events leading to this moment still seemed a bit of a blur to him, though that might be because every moment he spent in her presence left him in a state of semi-panic.
As long as she doesn't want to dance, I can survive this as long as she doesn't want to dance.
He nodded mutely, not trusting his voice among this many people. He was terrible in crowds, and all he really wanted to do was find a table in a corner and hide there till Amycus and Riona found him.
But he let Adelaide lead him into the room, knowing that he was probably supposed to be the dominant one, since he was the male, but must preferring to just let her do whatever she wanted. Unless it involved dancing.
He had never been so grateful for a mask in his life.