Despite the gimmicky atmosphere, Emma had a feeling once the sun went down, things wouldn't be so bad at the 'prom'. The music was loud, everyone was damned good looking and from the looks of things - they knew how to move. In fact, Mr. Summers had impressed her right off the bat. Her eyes were on the bespectacled man as she was led inside by the handsome thing she'd asked to escort her. Dominic Petros. This one had style and potential - two of her favorite things. "I might've asked beforehand," she began, speaking so her lips were close to his ear, "but, do you dance?" She assumed so - his ability was to rattle the earth, and he was European, after all.