[Careful not to aggravate Yuri's already-bruised wrist, Dimitri moves into position himself as well, returning the curtsey with a perfectly noble bow — suspiciously noble for a commonplace soldier, even a highly observant one — before drawing his partner carefully against him. In Faerghus, such proximity would be astonishing even among spouses and lovers; their dances are more reserved, more reliant on the eroticism of enforced space.
But in the south, where the climate is warmer, the passion in their dancing burns freely as well, and a spectacle like this would only be questionable — or even merely playful — rather than a scandal. And so he guides Yuri close, taking full advantage of the moment to let him feel the rippling muscle hidden beneath the finery of his garments, then fits their hands and arms into position and begins to guide him to dance.
He doesn't just lead well; he leads perfectly.]
I must confess something to you. I hope you'll forgive me for being presumptuous.
[His voice turns light, almost teasing, as they sway through steps that set them slowly turning around the expanse of the balcony.]
But it's my intention to make you forget there's anything beyond those curtains right now, save light and music. I hope you don't mind.
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[Careful not to aggravate Yuri's already-bruised wrist, Dimitri moves into position himself as well, returning the curtsey with a perfectly noble bow — suspiciously noble for a commonplace soldier, even a highly observant one — before drawing his partner carefully against him. In Faerghus, such proximity would be astonishing even among spouses and lovers; their dances are more reserved, more reliant on the eroticism of enforced space.
But in the south, where the climate is warmer, the passion in their dancing burns freely as well, and a spectacle like this would only be questionable — or even merely playful — rather than a scandal. And so he guides Yuri close, taking full advantage of the moment to let him feel the rippling muscle hidden beneath the finery of his garments, then fits their hands and arms into position and begins to guide him to dance.
He doesn't just lead well; he leads perfectly.]
I must confess something to you. I hope you'll forgive me for being presumptuous.
[His voice turns light, almost teasing, as they sway through steps that set them slowly turning around the expanse of the balcony.]
But it's my intention to make you forget there's anything beyond those curtains right now, save light and music. I hope you don't mind.