[He puts on a wry smirk as they make their way for an open spot on the dance floor.]

I feel like this is the part where I say that's supposed ta be my job. [His pride as a so-called womanizer is in shambles!!] But we both know you could do it metaphorically and literally.

[There wasn't anything romantic about it, but Dorothy scooped his pathetic ass off the ground on the very day they met. It's funny how much has changed since then.

As they settle into the dance, he keeps an even pace with her. He's a military man who has been to plenty of balls just like this, even if he was never much into them. It's different with Dorothy though. He's not dancing with her out of obligation. No, this is exactly where he wants to be.

Huh. That's something for him to think about later.

He jumps at the chance to speed things up, winking in Red Hood's direction. Don't worry, Red. He wouldn't dare ruin this for Dorothy.]

I'm practiced enough fer appropriate fancy-schmancy ball dances, but if I'm gonna be honest, I've always preferred the liveliness of guild parties. How 'bout you?