Silviya looked around the room instinctively - it was a habit she had even while a girl, always keeping Marcus Flint in mind no matter what they were doing - and once she had seen Terence wasn't looking for her or seeming worried at all, she smiled at Robert and her gaze met his once again. "I wouldn't mind another dance," she felt happily light on her feet tonight. "Theres always time for more champagne later, after all," the music would only be playing for so long, right? They still had a while yet until Midnight, so why not enjoy the dance floor while they could?