She hadn't expected the flourishing bow but Dawn inclined her head in return, a soft, polite smile on her lips as she accepted his arm, laying her hand softly upon it. She felt back for Fionn, and she wanted to reassure him, to sooth down his temper, but she didn't have the time to do so. She had to look in control and smooth, yet she had managed to anger her two most loyal guards, and her third was flirting freely with others. Tonight was not going at all as she had planned.<br/><br/>The Goblin King was quiet a bit taller then her but she was use to people who were and she simply kept stride with him, all while appearing to guide. Journalism, meeting at the White House, all those functions now served a double reason and she was grateful for learning them. To think she was now equivalent to the President's daughter, or perhaps even the First Lady with the way things were going. The blond sidhe was certainly learning that all was not as it seemed among the fey and that one had to work hard and maintain control over oneself at all times. It was frustrating to see her cousin glide through this all flawless.<br/><br/>Her midnight eyes picked out the graceful, black clad figure of Aria, and Dawn wondered if she had any objection to being used like a brood mare. Perhaps that was unfair, to the people who had grown up in this life it must be normal, but she hadn't, and she had little use for those who thought of her as only a sex object. Keen wit, intelligence and at times annoyance flashed in the depths of her eyes, her normally cynical and sassy attitude was out of place as a Princess of the Seelie. To her everything was out of place. Yet still, the music was striking up for another song and she sank gracefully in a curtsy to the man before her, arranging herself for the dance to start. At least she had made one forward step tonight, gaining a dance with the Goblin King, and even if it meant bartering her body she would have a alliance before the night was over. After all, Aria could not fuck them all.