The Inquisitor groaned and reluctantly took the man’s hands. Yeah, there was no way he was getting out of this mess unscathed.
He frowned and stared at the ground, trying to focus on not stepping on the other’s feet. Cole had the right idea. You had to listen with your heart and feet while dancing, though at least Talon didn’t have to also worry about not getting into other people’s heads. It seemed however, that his feet didn’t have ears at all, and he kept narrowly missing the other’s feet. Dancing with his daggers in the middle of battle was one thing, dancing with another person though… That was a completely different story.
“Well, I suppose I should at the very least know the name of my dance partner.”
Cooperation good, that was the first step. But for someone of noble birth his footing was just awful.
“You suppose? Well ofcourse where are my manners” he contineud the steps, phasing around in a square. If they kept this up he should notice the pattern eventually right...it was hoping for the best. “It’s Tullius, normally I attend to your wounded and assist the research team...but today I’m your dancing and etiquettes teacher” the latter for if they actually had time to spare. That would be fully up to Talon his progress.














