[ Miles, at least, seems accustomed to all the pomp. He'd been sliding back into his identity a bit at a time as he'd taken on proxy Count duties, but here? He's a fish in the ocean. This is his native social group, the kind of thing he grew up with. Ultimately it's the social circle he belongs to. And the Dendarii have never really had the opportunity to see him like this.
He's already taken a few sips of wine, as evidenced by the glowing color in his cheeks. No gray around the edges of his expression tonight, oh no. He beams up at Bel with utter fondness. ]
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He's already taken a few sips of wine, as evidenced by the glowing color in his cheeks. No gray around the edges of his expression tonight, oh no. He beams up at Bel with utter fondness. ]
I thought we might dance a bit first.