Youth, as they say, is wasted on the young. He's an excellent dancer. Kind and considerate in the dance, like he is in most things. It's easy to fall into step with him and never want it to stop. (A familiar road and one she knows how to step off of when the time comes.) With him leading so well, she can relax and enjoy the dance. She doesn't have his years of experience, but she has a touch of grace.

"Oh, thank you. I'm Tinkerbelle tonight." She shifts her shoulders to make the wings flutter slightly. "Pixie dust and happy thoughts optional."