[Did Damian look happy? Or remotely considering himself likely or deserving of happiness?]

First, [his voice lowered further, smoothing,] I know what you are, and what you think you want to be. I do not know what you will want to be if and when you see more of your options. Second... you came here tonight.

[Nobody had made her do that. So she had to have had reasons, and if those reasons led her to a party, that meant that dancing was not out of the realm of possibilities.]