“Well, I suppose you might be right. I don’t see too many people attempting to dance.” Egil said with a light chuckle at her comment. “Maybe they aren’t much for conversation, or they don’t know how to approach a lovely lady.” He was enjoying this woman’s company more than he wanted to admit. She seemed to carry herself well, though that could have been the mask, and even had a bit of a sense of humor. It made him feel a lot more relaxed than he should have been at this point in time. On the other hand, at least she didn’t seem to mind his two left feet.<br/><br/>A brief moment of silence passed between them as he thought about how to keep the conversation going.<br/><br/>When he opened his mouth to speak again, out of the corner of his eye, saw the man he had stolen the items from speaking with who appeared to be one of the guards. Perhaps that man had been more importantly than Egil thought? This was not good, he thought to himself. He tried his best not to allow his tension to appear anywhere on his countenance but he couldn’t help that his overall mood changed. Hopefully he was not exposed before he got to know the woman behind the mask a little more. It would be a shame if he had to leave so soon.<br/><br/>“I must admit, I’ve never been good with either myself,” he continued, keeping the mood of their conversation despite his increase in awareness. “I hope I haven’t made that obvious.” When the music shifted, he took the opportunity to turn his body slightly to keep his face (or rather, his mask) out of the view of the guards now on the move. Maybe he would have to cut his time here short after all. The last thing he wanted was to be thrown into some dungeon… And if the wrong people knew he was here…<br/><br/>“What would make this night memorable for you?” The words slipped out before Egil could think them through. Mentally, he placed the blame on the guards moving about. The thought caused him to briefly wonder if she was suspicious of him. She didn’t seem like she was, but she had made it clear she was at least interested in his presence. Maybe he was just feeling bold tonight. Bold, or possibly stupid, perhaps, but either way he was going to leave here without any regrets.