Slow dancing with Ethirdir was a very pleasant experience. Not only was he a superb dancer, but she could tell he was really trying to shower her with affection and gain her trust. She loved the attention and the way he held her, so tender and yet with such grace and style. She had to admit, he was making huge strides in winning her over. Her glances towards Doryn were only out of curiosity. Did he care? Or was he afraid of repeating the fiasco of the last time? Perhaps she and Mercy were being too hard on him?<br/><br/>She knew it took a lot of guts to make an appearance in the Dew Drop after that. She fully expected him to apologise to both her and Mercy. Her attention was really focused on Ethirdir, however, as he complimented her and kissed her hand. Oddly enough, that simple gesture sent shivers down her spine. A part of her began to wonder what it would be like to continue exploring the affections he was offering? There were no rules against a human and elf pairing. He was not as ostentatious as most of his elven fellows. It gave her some satisfaction that he chose to lavish his attention on her, and not some elegant elven beauty. Of course she did not know if he did or not. Hadn't Dorynn mentioned the fact they were rivals of a sort in the pursuit of female companions? She could not shake the thought of being a part of some wager or competition between them. Truth be told, she liked both of them, and only wanted to be given the respect she was due. She could no more settle on one more than the other, than a plant would choose water over sunlight. That enlightening thought made her smile. Did she really need both? Or more to the point could she have both? Now that was an entertaining thought!<br/><br/>The sudden entrance of the Baron put all these thoughts out of her mind in a flash.<em>What is he doing here? Of all places in the City, this is the last place I would expect him to be!</em>Her mind was filled with sudden alarm. Did the Baron suspect her? What if someone had told him? But who would know? Her mind raced through possibilities. Certainly not Quillian, the Mage who had entreated her to steal the gem in the first place! Was there someone else the Mage had as an informant? But they would not know who stole the gem. It seemed highly likely that Hani was just allowing the tiniest bit of guilt to cause her some anxiety. Once she realized this, in mere seconds, as she stood next to Ethirdir, she relaxed. It would not do to appear guilty!<br/><br/>Her thoughts racing as she turned to whisper in Ethirdir's ear. "Your dancing is superb, and I enjoy your sweet affection as well, but I am afraid there might be trouble. That is the Baron Berenholdt, and he never comes here...I wonder why he is here now?" She was turned away from the Baron as she spoke, using Ethirdir as a cover for her nervousness. Her hand still in his, as the other hand rested on his shoulder. Out loud she chuckled. "It appears the music has stopped. Shall we go to my table upstairs? Maybe we can have a bit of wine and some dinner. I know it is late for dinner, but I ate lightly today, so I can indulge in something." she smiled at him, her eyes dancing in mischief.