Vincent smiled as the young lady spoke about the music he had known well as a youth, running a finger towards her lips to silence herself when she began to ramble and apologize. He rose from his seat and took her hand, leading her slowly to the empty dance floor. In a fluid motion he spun her and let his hands slip naturally over her hips. He had spent countless nights Dancing with his wife and mother in his earlier days, once they were gone it was a habit that would never die. His feet stood off-set from hers, transitioning smoothly into the beat.<br/>"You seem to be a natural."<br/><br/>A sly smile crossed his face, his fingers tightened their grasp in the direction he wished to lead her next. The dance floor remained empty, eyes glancing in their direction.<br/>"So...tell me Josie..."<br/>He stopped mid sentence when he caught a scent he did not like, an unintentional growl rumbled in his throat that sent a shiver up his back. He shook his head and blinked his eyes, his near perfect stance shaken for a few moments.<br/>"Sorry...I don't know what came over me..."<br/>Vincent was not sure what had caused such a reaction, it took him a few moments, before closed it out of his mind to enjoy the dance.<br/>"Is this the only type of dance you enjoy? I also like a little faster paced dancing...even one that is said to be forbidden..."<br/>