"Well, well, well...so it seems that my cousin has begun to mingle more. Perhaps I should as well?"
Nikki stifled a sigh, turning down a prospective dance partner and continued to watch the crowd on the dance floor. She had watched as Jasper danced from one female to the next. Such was expected from the Head of the Council. It didn't make her any less jealous. She had to smile, though, watching him dance. Jasper was as good as he ever was, if not better. Before she knew it, he was standing in front of her, balancing the palm of her hand on his fingers.
The corners of Nikki's mouth twitched in response to Jasper calling her 'Miss Morgenstern'. She had asked him to continue calling her that, of course, but it still hurt. She didn't like to think of the reasons behind why it did so. She could feel the eyes of a large number of females glowering at her, and that made her smile all the more. She was also well aware of the males who were glaring at Jasper. Nikki was never one to second guess her looks, but she wasn't one to flaunt them, either.
With a small smile, Nikki nodded to the man who was her cousin. "I would be honored, my Lord." She knew exactly what he was getting at. The dance floor was a place where you were seldom overheard, as everyone around you was either too busy being with their partner or they were too busy gawking at everyone to pay attention to words. She allowed him to lead her to the center of the floor, where she placed her left arm across his right one, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. Waltzes had always been her favorite, and the man who had taught her swordplay had insisted she practice her dancing, continuously saying that a battle with blades was nothing more than dancing with steel. She smiled softly at the memory. Her Master had been right about that.
As they began, she looked up at him through her eyelashes. "There's something you want to ask me, isn't there?"
Morgan chuckled at Erys' comment. "A dog will never be as graceful as it's feline companion. After all, the greatest of the canines are the wolves, and dogs are nothing more than glorified pets, my dear Prefect. I am nothing special." He gave her a wry smile, and disappeared into the crowd.
Morgan watched the dancers with a mild interest, joining the floor a few times with the occasional vampire or Huntress. After watching his cousin approach the Lady Morgenstern, a small smile played it's way across his face. He wasn't overly fond of dancing himself, unless of course one had a suitable partner, or at least one he found pleasing to the eye, as lecherous as that sounded. He stood in thought for a moment, watching Jasper and Nikki twirl their way around the dance floor. His mind suddenly made up, he drained his glass, and with an urge he couldn't quite place, he returned to Erys' side. "Would my Lady honor me with this dance?" A slight, yet surprisingly genuine, smile lighted the corners of his mouth as he offered Erys his hand. He was rather interested to know what her answer would be as he wondered if he was going to get punched in the face again.