The hand on his partner's waist moved around slightly to rest on her back, bringing them somehow even closer together.  Their dance slowed, though the pace of the music did not.  The intensity of the orchestra, however, was reaching a peak. He let her lips linger near his ear for another moment, then turned to meet her gaze very closely.<br/><br/>"Milady," he whispered, his breath now felt upon her lips, "I do hope you realize I am not always so very forward. I suspect it some spell of the night, perhaps... upon the both of us."