Re: Quintella and Lancelot and Open
Quin let him lead, choosing to focus on him and not the music though it was mildly disorienting since she generally did it the other way around. "We'll see. If I can, I will." She had a public face she put on for things like this, and could appear to be more outgoing than she really was. It took a lot of effort and she'd be exhausted later. "Ahh. I see." Which she obviously didn't since he didn't know either, but she supposed she'd just go along with it.
Her smile up at him was reflected in her eyes, which appeared some shade between blue and green tonight since she wasn't wearing either color. "You did, good sir," she murmured. "When you first saw me." And she'd blushed then like she blushed now. She had a feeling he had no idea of some of the aspects of herself, which wasn't his fault but likely hers. She was a pureblood, for all her failings. She was a society wife. Had been, at least. She could set a table, run a household, host dinner parties and even a ball. Had done all those things. She had a closet full of gowns she rarely wore the past couple of years because of Ambrose's illness and death. She didn't get invited to nearly as many things. But she did love to dress up. But she knew exactly how to dress once given the proper parameters.
"But thank you. You look quite handsome and dashing yourself." And she meant the words, too.