Lucrezia unfortunately knows no such thing as a waltz, but the pleasure in dancing does not solely depend on the partner's prowess, as in all things.
She stands from her makeshift throne and follows Zack to the dance floor, glad that he at least knows where to place his hands. The rest is even more unfamiliar to her than to him, though the steps are repetitive enough that she will fit in soon enough. She feigns nonchalance to her stumbling steps, watching their hands together and absently rubbing her thumb over his before turning back to him.
She bites back a grin at the compliment and bows her head, as if she has never heard one before. "How terrible. It must be difficult to dance without breathing."
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She stands from her makeshift throne and follows Zack to the dance floor, glad that he at least knows where to place his hands. The rest is even more unfamiliar to her than to him, though the steps are repetitive enough that she will fit in soon enough. She feigns nonchalance to her stumbling steps, watching their hands together and absently rubbing her thumb over his before turning back to him.
She bites back a grin at the compliment and bows her head, as if she has never heard one before. "How terrible. It must be difficult to dance without breathing."