Aleron was relieved to get off the dais, his senses feeling overwhelmed from all the different people mixed together, of course his nose immediately detesting anyone wearing any sort of perfume or cologne- He hated the stuff. He'd never worn it once in his life, nor his brothers or his mother as far as perfume went. Werewolves often preferred a 'natural musk', though of course humans would never be able to catch it, naturally.<br/><br/>When they were able to step off the dais he almost jumped at the chance but kept himself calm and orderly, his grasp on Jaron's hand loosening now that they weren't up front as they were, and was about to head for another drink without any thoughts of having to dance but was stopped short as he heard Jaron's whisper in his ear.<br/><br/>Almost groaning when he did hear that he had to go through a dance, he instead kept himself from making any signs of displeasure other than a small frown. The thought of leaving was tempting.. He was practically itching to get the suit off- Or at least step outside- Anything to get away from this large group of people.<br/><br/>He nodded once in understanding, feeling as if he should add the point that he was rather clumsy- In most things anyhow- Dancing especially, but figured Jaron, after already trying to show dominance, would naturally lead and he could simply follow suit.