He looked predictably uncomprehending at her explanation, and politely confused as she sang about rabbits, of all things, to the tune of "Ride of the Valkyries." "I really don't catch the reference," he said, apologetic.
Errol had a moment of grim amusement--if he was acting as her anchor, then who was serving as his?--but quashed it as he finished his drink. It hadn't been a small glass of wine, and he was not a small man, but it did serve to take the edge off slightly. Between that and breathing, reminding himself that this was a normal thing here, and that he was free to actually relax and take the opportunity to enjoy himself, he felt less and less like he was on the verge of some sort of attack.
Some people had gravitated to the floor, dancing to some sort of waltz. It looked easy enough, and Mary had taught him a similar step years ago. On impulse, he took Fred's hand when she caught his arm and tugged her toward the floor. "It seems a shame to leave for waffles without trying at least one song," he said, humor crinkling his eyes.