"When you dipped me." He remembers that, being dipped and looking up and feeling himself smile like it was a dream or a fog.

"Everything was blue and silver. Your eyes were so brilliant." He moves around with Wyatt, stepping out the dance easily. "Like now. You're amazing now. Dip me again?"

A couple of old guard nobles are lurking, leaning in near Raw and Kalm. "Of course, he always did have an eye for lower class but well developed men."

"Of course," the other replies. "Brawn and no brains types. Common. It's just not fitting, is it? His station, personal adviser to the Queen, and running around with common soldiers and servants. And it's not like he can blame the headcasing, he was like it before."