She doesn't need to see his face to know that he's grinning. She shrugs and smiles shyly in reply. The party has her in a good mood, maybe she'll humor him more than one.

Surprised by a style that is more formal than she anticipated, she relaxes in his grip and lets him take the lead, grateful that they're staying close to the edge of the floor. She even laughs when he spins her, a spontaneous happy sound instead of nervousness. "You'll make me dizzy," she protests good-naturedly, the snakes in her hair bobbing merrily as if in agreement.