Allen nodded once, "Yes, indeed I'm allowed to dance. If I wish so, that is." He allowed silence to pile up for a moment, returning his gaze to the dancers. "So, Miss Cecilia, do you wish to dance?" He held out a gloved hand. A simple gesture, where if he was turned down, he could easily retreat with dignity.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Kyle danced, "Do forgive me for whatever I did in the maze... it was the most efficient method I could think up of." He smiled, "You're okay? Right?"<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Edward nodded encouragingly at his daughter, the gift of youth, the lack of responsibilities and weakness of age. He sighed happily before leaning on the window sill.