"Don't hit it," she scolded. "It didn't do anything wrong." River didn't mind how he looked at all. She thought he was intriguing, and wasn't about to judge him on the basis of his appearance. That would be silly. He wasn't what he seemed, but... "Who is what they seem, really? The layers are what make people fun. And dangerous, and awful...I will need to watch some B movies," she mused.
She took his hand and guided him backward, then side to side. "One two three," she instructed, moving slowly for his benefit. "One two three. That's all waltzing is. And the music, of course, and the dresses, the masks at the ball. No one ever shows their real faces."
She struck her own rhythm, leading him around in circles to the music in her head. She hummed a few bars of the same tune she'd been humming earlier. Her eyes stayed on him, and she studied his face now that he was close enough for her to catch all the details.