Lupin lead her easily onto the dance floor, guiding their steps in time with the orchestral number that hearkened back to the Victorian Era. It was rife with violins and dramatic chords, painting a picture of a whirlwind of a season instead of the lazy snowfall of the more beloved tunes.

He kept his hands upon hers and his eyes upon her face, like any gentleman would. Grune was almost too innocent even for his tastes--he had no idea what he was doing anymore than she did.

"Lovely place," Lupin said casually, having determined that she at least deserved a conversation for the stolen kiss. "Luceti, that is. And the party. Have you been here for long?"