"If you can't, I'll give you some lift," Brian teased, of Wren's fluffy gown. He grinned when she was through with her 'I need to relax' drink. "I don't think anyone would have trouble carrying you out of here." He moved to stand and extended his hand to help Flux do the same, turning to face her and bending slightly at the waist with militant precision and English boarding school etiquette. "Myself on the other hand, well, that'd be a bit more difficult." Wren was fantastically petite. Brian was ... not. "At least I'll feel at ease opposite you," his brain played back a slideshow of memories, beginning at the time he first made the comparison between Wren and Jubilee - both wee. Jubilee was a fine dancer (much better than himself), but they often looked a bit silly together. He didn't mind it. And he certainly didn't mind now. "M'lady?" once she had stood, his arm bent cordially for her to take and he headed for the floor where couples were dancing in a mixture of traditional partner variations and modern ... er, ass shaking, to put it bluntly. The music could be translated either way. Brian had a feeling Ms. Zhang wasn't prepared to get down.