Alden sighed, looking to see that Abir was already offering out his hand. It was both entertaining and annoying how deeply in love this man had fallen for him. He gently took Abir's right hand in his own, his other gently resting on his hip as he led the prince into a simple waltz.<br/><br/>"I'm a bit rusty, but this is the simplest slow dance I know. Just move along with me. When I move forward, you move back, and vice versa," he informed the golden-haired man quietly.<br/><br/>The collector seemed to smell of some faint fumes, probably residual from his potion making, as well as a light scent of a cat, most likely from being around Vitae. But all that was also covered up by the fact he was wearing the white, jangling cloak, which probably smells more like Abir's incense and perfumes than anything.<br/><br/>Alden still wasn't sure how this man could've easily fallen for him. It was then he recalled what Zaruk had said.<br/><br/>"So...you were afraid of commitment? And you really think that after everything you've learned about me today, you want to take such a big step as to declare who you love? A crush, perhaps, but... I was always under the impression that love was earned, not given so freely," Alden admitted.