He smiled, amusedly aghast at the very idea of being thought dull. "Heaven forbid," Bond replied, and offered Shannon his hand. The orchestra, in full antique livery and powdered wigs, was playing a more stately and reserved type of Waltz, which suited Bond's intentions far better than one more robust. He was far more interested in reacquainting himself with his dancing partner.
"I can certainly say the same about you," said Bond, laughing quietly as she deftly followed his lead. "And that can still surprise me, every now and then. Not a surprise that I enjoy your company, of course," he explained, "but that I'm relaxed enough to consider the time a 'treat'. I was never like that. It's... nice."