Gwin listens and can't help but smile at the thought of the little old lady.  She even laughs.  The troubles parting for the moment of light.  The enjoyment in her eyes was a change.<br/><br/>She brightens and says "Oh that so reminds me of my father.  Well not the grabbing my arse thing, but the dancing thing... I mean..."  She laughs "Let me restart.  My father use to dance with me at weddings, father-daughter events and so on.  He always had this strained look on his face.  I didn't understand it.  After I got older, he started to beg away from them.  I was sort of hurt by that at first.  That is until I was at this wedding once... Dad wasn't there.  I was in the wedding party.  So I had to dance.  I even had to dance with this really good-looking, but jerk of a guy for the bridal party dance.  As we went, he made no pretense in letting me know I had no ability to dance.  His limp away was worth it though."  A wry grin colors her amber eyes.  "I quickly forgave my father and we laughed as he shared the pain I left him in."<br/><br/>She finishes the chocolates, a much easier demeanor about her.  She even realized she was dry.  She pulled off his coat, having become warm and hands it back with a sincere smile "thank you so much for that.  I think I would have froze to death had you not shared your coat."  This day was feeling quite nice for this moment.