Her teasing eyes ripple like a brook over the suave features revealed with elegant charm . "Whatever color, the cut of your suit and your manner cannot be hidden." Coy, slender fingers slip too easily betwixt his. "Perhaps a dance once you have loosened up?"<br/><br/>"Ahhhh," the dark jester is more than a little persuasive. A determined grip plucks her neatly away from the gentleman. With a flick of her carrot top hair she feigns annoyance, but her look gives away the front.<em>You know you delight in his roguish manner</em>. Could he feel her heart palpitating, so close he held her?<em>Throw him off balance</em>, a lilting laugh barely discernible above the growing chatter. "I remember your moves, but I am still much to intractable to be considered tamed...to follow you blindly." Her voice coos in subtle jest, leaning close to his ear, a faint wisp of breath, a haunting chill, "I believe the next dance step is yours." Her mouth turns up into a saucy quirk, as her eyes flicker to the dance floor.<br/><br/>