@glaissuil, continued from here.
“I, myself, prefer a waltz. It takes skill, precision, and a subtle grace.” He leaned coolly against an ornate statue, sipping sparkling champagne from a glass of his own. The coy smile was missed, and whether or not she intended that to be an invitation, was entirely lost on him.
“I used to have the occasion for it when I was younger. I could hold a lit candle in one hand, and no matter how quickly I moved with my partner, the flame would never peter out. And the faster pace would leave us high and breathless as it ended. If that is not beauty and intimacy, I do not know what is.”















