A blush still burning upon his cheeks, Abir offered his hand to Alden again. "Umm... then you may lead me again," he said, trying to force his giddy smile to hide itself. He was about to slow dance with Alden. He could think of few things more romantic off the top of his head. Well, few things that Alden might actually go for, anyway. For slow dances, Abir mostly knew the traditional dances of his people, but he had learned a few foreign steps as well from visitors to the camp. He hoped he'd be able to follow Alden's instructions well enough.<br/><br/>Standing so close to the man now, their bodies so close to touching that Abir could swear he felt a magnetic pull between them, he took in Alden's scent. The scent of a strong man who worked hard and feared nothing. It was intoxicating. How could Alden really expect that Abir wouldn't fall so desperately in love with him?