She follows him easily, the lights glinting off the fish scales of her dress, her fingers loose and light in his. At the question she nods -- the waltz is easy, not far from some of the dances at home. "Yes."

In spite of her solemnity, she can't deny the twist of excitement from her insides: She's about to dance, and she wants nothing more.

Maybe that's where the tiny almost-smile emerges from as she adds, "It's been a while."

She doesn't think it will be a problem, personally, but it seems wise to say so all the same.