"Th-thanks…" He replied, eyes averting from her to stare at a pillar. He couldn’t look her in the eyes, especially when she looked so pretty… Ah, she was always pretty though… "Always, always really pretty…" He murmured, unaware that it’d come out of his lips and had not stayed in his mind.
"Uhm," Lorelei turned back to her, smiling nervously. "I was… uh… I was s-sorta… w-wondering… y’know… if… if… you wo-wouldn’t… m-mind… aha… that is to say I mean… uhm…" God, spit it out already! "W-Willyoudancewithme!?" Rushed and jumbled but you did it Lorelei. Proud of you.
"Huh...?" Was it just her imagination, or had Lorelei said she was always really pretty? She blinked in surprise to make sure that she wasn't sleeping, that this wasn't a dream of some sort. No, she's definitely sure she heard it, and she can feel her cheeks heat up slightly. "Thank you. ...A-Again, I mean."
For some reason, this conversation with Lorelei was different; not in the bad sense, of course not, but that it felt as if he was almost... implying something. Some sort of feeling towards her, perhaps. Though, it couldn't have been, right? His next words suggested otherwise, but she didn't mind. A smile playing on her lips, she offered her hand towards him. "Of course I'll dance with you, Lorelei."
Blanche wouldn't consider herself a good dancer by any means, but if she messed up, she's sure that Lorelei wouldn't laugh at her or tease her about it. "Shall we, then?" Still, she couldn't quite get her mind off him calling her pretty earlier...











