The shade of their secluded hiding place only enhanced the strange feelings fluttering about in his chest. His hand held hers as she allowed, his fingers slipping under it to wrap his own hand about, feeling the warmth of their bodies even through the glove. He didn't notice the tumbling glass, either; all that existed was her.<br/><br/>A building of the orchestra's music from inside seemed to be coinciding with the events unfolding all-too-rapidily upon the balcony, as if urging the two on toward their strange twist of fate. The young man took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers for even a moment.<br/><br/>"Be it the Tir Nan Og or other fae spirits, I do not know," he responded quietly, volume wasn't needed at their proximity, "but I indeed feel very bewitched. The music can be heard from here, milady... perhaps we may take this opportunity to dance beneath the moon, away from the suffocating heat of the crowd?"