Zeke had a few small bruises and a split cheek. He hadn't told her it was from one of his angelic brethren because he was taking a priest to hell. They normally frowned on those kinds of things. Zeke thought and said "I do not get this dance thing. It just seems silly." He went to her wardrobe and looked through, before removing a beautiful white dress with a black tribal design. It was something he had recently gotten her. The tribal design were protection circles. Twirling around the dress. The dress itself was silk and the black design was velvet. Shaped to her body perfectly he went over and picked up Mr. Fluffytail2. The cat seemed to sense his inner turmoil cause the cat sort of patted Zeke's cheek with his paw.<br/><br/>Zeke smiled at her and said "Only three years until your 16." He tried to keep his voice light but he was sure it sounded troubled. He put on a bright smile and said "You will knock them dead in that dress. Go with the black low heels. They will be comfortable enough to dance in, but will give you a slight boost." Mr Fluffytail decided to get free from Zeke's arms before pouncing on his chest, to which Zeke laid back and let the cat curl up near his heart. "Hard to believe you are 13 already... You know, why don't you skip the dance? Come spend the evening with me?" He wanted to bring her dancing somewhere special. Somewhere where he could enjoy her company for just a little while longer.