The music was slow and mind numbing. Damon placed his one hand on her hip and held her right hand with his other. He twirled her with grace and dipped her in time to the beat. He felt as though they were the only two people on the dance floor at that moment. This woman made him feel different and he wasnt sure why yet. He expected her to be stuffy and haughty, full of arrogance like many of the nobles he had seen before. Irina was beautiful and perfect in his eyes. Damon felt that keeping up this charade would be pointless in the future. He longed to be just who he was for her to fall in love with, not the man he was claiming to be. He stared into her delicate gaze, realizing he could stare into those beautiful eyes all day and night.<br/>He dipped her again on the last note of the song, holding her that way a little longer than intended. He helped her up right once more before backing away to the proper distance between and man and lady. Truth be told, he wanted to have his way with her in the near future. However he still wasnt quite sure how she felt about him yet. "You dance quite well, miss Irina. Were you taught at a young age?" he inquired thoughtfully.