"Oh, you'll have that honor at some point,"  Rose promised, as she was swept up into Luneth's arms and their dance began.  "Presuming I gain the honor of seeing you out of yours, of course.  Not that I'm worried not getting to;  It's just that your outfit has so many more pieces to it than mine."<br/><br/>The dance was slow, sedate.  Relaxing enough that they could keep up easily, without even having to concentrate on their movements.  Perfect for keeping up a conversation, and the shifter listened with interest as the sailor explained about two of the other potential buyers who had shown up to take a look at the ship.  A Lliiran petitioner, with a tragic past...  And an adventuring mortal who at first reminded the woman quite a bit of that tale Aria had told her earlier in the day about that priest friend of hers who retired on a white dragon's hoard, with a pair of twins to keep him company.  Of course, that priest was a follower of Lathander, not Tymora, so they clearly weren't the same person.<br/><br/>"Well, Aria and I have certainly had phenomenal luck thus far."  She responded, leaning in to press herself up against the man, laying her head flat against his shoulder.  This close together, she would be able to speak very softly, and still make herself heard.  It was an excellent way to hold a private conversation...  And a good excuse to get a solid feel of some of those chest muscles.  "I'd even count myself especially lucky, with all the wonderful people I've been able to meet here.  The Lady Sara, Aria, you, Ingus...  I don't think it would be a bad thing to hope that that same lucky streak holds out.  Do you?"<br/><br/>She was certainly expecting to 'get lucky' in more ways than one that evening, after all...