Theodozja turned to face him as he spoke to her, awarding him her full attention. The intense heat of the party overcame her again and her face, chest and arms began to flush. It was utterly stifling and the throng of guests had swelled to an unpleasant capacity. Party-goers were now tossing themselves into the enormous fountain and splashing about gaily, as well as dousing themselves with water for the cool refreshment. Such obscenities were common in France, but still an odd sight for her own eyes.
Taking in his words, her eyes fell to his open hand. She did not wish to dance with him in the slightest; her task needed to be accomplished and she needed to return home. However, she did not wish to displease him. "Play into him at all costs," she quietly reminded herself. Brandishing her disarming smile she placed her gloved hand atop his.
"Comme vous voulez, Monsieur. Les deux me satisfont."