"When I asked you if you wanted to dance the Maypole with me at the Gala, which is something I shouldn't have done in the first place, I neglected to mention something very important, about the nature of that activity, which would probably have changed your answer." She shrank down in her helmet, her head almost disappearing beneath the bronze. "...It's actually a dance normally reserved for lovers, sir." Even as the specialist recoiled inside her armor, Honour could still make out a pair of very rosy cheeks.