“Strange choice,” the elf murmurs, the contact confirming to himself his belief that dye is behind the colour of Rose’s hair, missing the implication of her comment. Leaving his fingers in her hair he leans in closer. The firelight catches her face and for the first time he sees the true red of the martial artist’s eyes. “You really are a girl of wonderful colours,” he chuckles, “I’m sure I must be dull by comparison,” he gestures towards his pale skin and shoulder length light brown hair. “I’m sorry, I’m talking nonsense,” he apologizes, withdrawing his hand. Then after a pause, in a quieter voice, “Maybe if you kissed me I’d stop talking,”<br/>“I agree, it’s always fun to learn something new. I am Dross, thank you for dancing with me,” Kasumi’s dance partner nods his head in appreciation, following her back to the fire. He sits behind her, placing his palms on her shoulders. “What is it?” he asks cautiously as her voice trails off, pulling himself closer to rest his chin on the back of his hand.