<div style="text-align: center">When Valentine said what her gaze says that she doesn't want to speak to him very much, she couldn't help but to chuckle. "Not entirely true, but it isn't false either." she tilted her head and looked at the cigarette that he has put into one of the empty glasses and asked what is the plan for the evening. She smirked, wondering about it herself. He wasn't the type of a man who plays games. And when they did, they were short-lived and the chase was cut.<br/>
<br/>
"I don't know about you, but I'm not in the mood for the dance." she said and looked over to the throne room. "It's quite crowded and I don't think we can walk from one end to another without bumping into someone. And I hate the crowds."  she turned to look at him. "Maybe we should call it a night... Care to walk me to my bedroom, Valentine?"​</div>