~Shall we dance?~

Ma Dai smirked, assuming that there was more than what met the eye with Zhang He—something a little more sinister or underhanded, considering that he was a man of Wei. The Shu soldier, however, merely played it off with a lop-sided grin. They were both men of the arts, so even if Zhang He didn’t plan to execute some sort of devious strategy commanded by that of Cao Cao or Sima Yi, then there was quite a bit of material that they would no doubt sharing amongst one another.

What was he doing all the way over here? How did he manage to get in this place? Zhang He sighed. He really needed to pay more attention to his surroundings. It wasn't like him. Still, it wasn't like he was going to get into a fight or anything. Ma Dai seemed friendly enough.

"Dancing? Oh! Yes, dancing would help! What a splendid idea." His lips formed a smile as he grabbed Ma Dai's hands. "I didn't know you were a fan of dancing!"

"Me? No, I can't say that there was anything specific that brought me here. Just trying to stretch my legs and go for a walk, that's all."

“Well well, it seems that I have more guests, Welcome to the Phantomhive Mansion.”

The tall man bowed before the lady in front of him. "I am Zhang He." He raised his head slightly and gazed into her eyes. "And you are?"