[Henry says with delight, an eager light in his eyes.
There's just enough left of the current song for Henry to get out his phone. It is the one guaranteed way he will remember tonight. He sends Dorian a rather incoherent text that suffers from both drunken and rapid typing -- then he decides that Maketh should not be left out, so she gets one too, squeezed out in the nick of time.
Henry drops his phone onto the table, before hops off his seat with the start of the next song and steps back so that he has space.]
Just watch me.
[Unlike his boast about beating Maketh in a drinking game, this is one he lives up to. As Henry dances he proves himself a quick study in this arena. The calibre of knight he is and his natural aptitude for physical arts are abundantly clear in the seemingly effortless smoothness of his movement, his light-footed grace and his acute instinct for timing and rhythm. He is someone made to be in motion; he feels most comfortable in his skin when he is. Though intoxication leaves a layer of dampening fuzziness, and the feelings of exhilaration and completeness are lesser than battle provides, he enjoys himself.
Of course, what he has to say somewhat ruins things.]
Are you not shamed even the slightest to be so overt?
[He's not prudish by the standards of his time, but by modern standards... not to mention the hypocrisy of saying so while dancing like the best of them.]
no subject
[Henry says with delight, an eager light in his eyes.
There's just enough left of the current song for Henry to get out his phone. It is the one guaranteed way he will remember tonight. He sends Dorian a rather incoherent text that suffers from both drunken and rapid typing -- then he decides that Maketh should not be left out, so she gets one too, squeezed out in the nick of time.
Henry drops his phone onto the table, before hops off his seat with the start of the next song and steps back so that he has space.]
Just watch me.
[Unlike his boast about beating Maketh in a drinking game, this is one he lives up to. As Henry dances he proves himself a quick study in this arena. The calibre of knight he is and his natural aptitude for physical arts are abundantly clear in the seemingly effortless smoothness of his movement, his light-footed grace and his acute instinct for timing and rhythm. He is someone made to be in motion; he feels most comfortable in his skin when he is. Though intoxication leaves a layer of dampening fuzziness, and the feelings of exhilaration and completeness are lesser than battle provides, he enjoys himself.
Of course, what he has to say somewhat ruins things.]
Are you not shamed even the slightest to be so overt?
[He's not prudish by the standards of his time, but by modern standards... not to mention the hypocrisy of saying so while dancing like the best of them.]