The moment she hears his voice, the scowl appears on her face. Lenally couldn't stand Gerrard, knowing she'd be forced to marry him. Whether he minded or not didn't matter, she most certainly didn't want to marry someone if she had no feelings towards them.<br/><br/>"I....I don't dance.." Lenally tries to say, as he leans in, asking her to join him in the latest dance. "Unhand me y-!?" Lenally tried to say in a hiss as she felt herself yanked from her seat and spun about until she felt her body pressed against Gerrard's. She looked stunned. No one had ever been so bold without being socked in the face. She gritted her teeth, feeling a flush come to her face. She'd not ever been held so close by any man, in an embrace that few would be able to mistake as anything other than an intimate but brief hold.<br/><br/>"I am going to rip your hands off!!" Lenally said to his remark, barely managing to keep her voice down it was only heard between the two of them, of their dance being akin to an unarmed sparring match. She couldn't hold it back anymore as she turned to punch him in another twirl only to have his hand catch her at the last moment. She scowled until he kissed her hand, his lips lingering before he pulls her against him. Her eyes grew wide as she stood, absolutely caught off guard. She was shaking, both from embarrassment, fear, extreme anger and something else.<br/><br/>She couldn't begin to try and say anything, simply staring at him. Her brother, should he be watching, would recognize his sister is not only pissed, butt very conflicted indeed. "I....." she moved to speak, then old Lenally returned as she managed to get out of his embrace. "I need a bit of air if you don't mind..." she made a curtsy just respectable enough to not get her in trouble and darted away to the nearest balcony, restraining a string of obscenities on the way there.