Iphigenia almost says something about his remarks, but decides to keep her mouth shut. It's too nice of a night, she thinks, to ruin it with some sort of argument. Besides, he doesn't know her story, she tells herself.

"It does sound fun," she says instead, attempting a smile. "If you don't mind me, I think I'll go dance. Are you coming with?"

Her smile turns into a genuine grin. She figures the more the merrier out on the dance floor.