As they slipped into an easy, slow rhythm on the dance floor, Silvie smiled and let herself relax the smallest bit. Besides Percy and Terence, it had been years since she'd danced with another man, and she did find herself noting mentally the differences. Terence was.... he was all fire and intensity, even in their quieter moments, even just dancing at a gala, his grip was always possessive and his movements always purposeful. Robert was... lighter on his feet, somehow, he seemed to have a different kind of ease to his movement, like nothing was planned or anticipated, he was just enjoying the music and (maybe even) her company. It was comforting, in a strange way, to just be quiet with Robert, letting him move her around the room so nonchalantly.
She did look up at him - she was petite, she knew, and he was tall and broad - through her eyelashes, to watch him as they moved.