It hadn't been his choice of dance, but rather his keen understanding of music. The violins were slithering out their first teasing strains -- of course, it was the tango. And if Enigma knew the dance, he would indulge her. He had never danced it before, himself, but he'd learned the basic steps as well as many variations. He had always secretly desired a woman to dance with. Now it seemed he would dance with two in the same night. He shook his head.
"Then." He held out his black-gloved hand, fingers flat, palm up. And when Enigma set her hand in it, he closed his thumb over the backs of her fingers and led her out onto the space cleared for dancing.