The question had not surprised Egil at all. In fact, in a way he had expect her to ask it. Admittedly, he wished she would have held off on the question and let the conversation flow a little bit longer. He was still looking for that answer, or at least a better way to word it where he wouldn’t raise any alarms. Assuming she was not wary of him already that is. But he had no complaints, since it was in no way odd and the question seemed innocent enough anyway.<br/><br/>He smiled a little, “I received the invitation and figured, ‘why not?’” His tone was kept calm and casual, as if to match hers, trying to appear genuinely interested. Which he was for the most part. “I think balls are lovely, and the masks are also a very nice touch, I must say.” He took his gaze away from her for a moment, looking around the room and nodding to a few people waring particularly interesting masks, then added, “You never know who could be behind these masks.” It was an attempt at humor, or at least to see if she had a bit of a humorous side to her, though rather poor.<br/><br/>At one point, he had misjudged a step and stumbled a little. It was corrected fairly quickly, but it still threw things off a little.<br/><br/>“Perhaps I should have paid more attention during lessons,” Egil chuckled, keeping the mood light. “I do not attend dances very often, do forgive me.”  There was a bit of silence. He was taking in his surroundings again, seeing if he could spot anyone taking notice to him, hoping that little slip had not gotten any unwanted attention. “I can’t be the only one with two left feet here, surely,” he added, nodding toward a pair who seemed to be having some sort of disagreement before turning his attention back to her again, once more adding a bit of humor.<br/><br/>He continued on, relaxed, letting the dance take him to another place, as if he had not messed up at all.<br/><br/>This was going a lot smoother than he had thought it would originally. He had expected to be leaving here much, much sooner, but much to his delight so far, nobody was taking notice to him. They were all focused on the ball. He kept looking for signs of a shift in the crowd, a sign that he needed to get out of here, but things were quiet. It was just him and his lovely company as far as he was concerned now. If the night continued like this, well, it would be time well spent.<br/><br/>Then again, even if he was caught, Egil knew that it was time well spent regardless.