Anok grinned and followed her placing a hand on her hip, and taking her other in his own, squeezing it gently, and slowly they glided out onto the dance floor, two angels dancing so gently, so smoothly, that it was almost as if they danced above the floor instead of on it. There grace and elegance quickly drawing the attention of every human in the room. He grinned at her and twirled her around her dress flaring out only to land at her feet perfectly, lifting her into his arms he spun faster than any human should have been able to, and as gracefully as a dove lowered her back to the dance floor gliding away, every eye on the room following them, some with lust, others with admiration, others with a hint of jealousy and hate. No matter what they saw though, Anok ignored it all, the only thing that mattered was his beloved in his arms, and the thought of who his next meal might be.<br/><br/>He stopped when they reached the side of the room and placed his arm around her waist just looking out into the crowd, nodded at those who came up to congratulate them on such an excellent showing, some genuinely impressed, others he could smell the hate and loathing. They were two strangers, who had just shown up some of the best dances in England, and he loved it. Tilting his head slightly he whispered, "So who shall it be? Which pair in this crowd would you like for your next meal my luv?" He whispered looking at all of the beautiful women, and handsome men, there beauty paling in comparison to the angel he held in his arms.