Alden's body was practically on autopilot as he danced. His movements were fluid, quick and precise. He wasn't sure how long it had been since he had properly danced, whether it be with someone else or as part of an extravagant way to show off his collection. But the moment he did, he started to remember just how much he loved it.<br/><br/>His gestures were grand, getting more fancy the further he went along, twirling and dipping Abir all the while.<br/><br/>As the song ended, he had his knee bent with Abir in a very low dip, careful to hold him aloft as best as he could. His breathing had quickened along with his heartrate. As he panted quietly, his eyes looked upon Abir's face.<br/><br/>He still felt nothing strong towards this man, despite his beauty. But somehow he knew that Abir was helping him in re-discovering feelings he had forgotten he had once had. Feelings of wanting to be seen, to share his passions with those who would care to listen.<br/><br/><em>Pant. Pant.</em><br/><br/>He took in a deep breath, slowly righting the nomadic prince back onto his feet as he also took the time to  dust himself off and brush down some wrinkles that appeared in his clothing from such an active performance.