He gave a grin down to Dis, deciding to forget himself for just this one evening. It was a celebration, and besides that; Dis deserved more than that.  He kept his eyes upon her as they danced again, for the moment she was the only one in the room. There'd probably be some clamour to get their attentions, soon, as there always were at receptions. For now, he would simply enjoy himself.<br/><br/>"So," he says quietly, his hand slipping down to rest on the small of her back, "what kind of drinks do you like, anyway? You sure seemed to enjoy the whiff of my cane in the car."<br/><br/>Oh, didn't that sound like a double-entendre?