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“I’m not a dancer.” Lumine shook her head. “I’m terrible. Truly.”
The bar owner belted a laugh. “Nonsense, Princess! We’ve seen you waltz with that sword of yours!”
“Maybe later!” Turning away, she crouched and hid her blush behind her hands. “…I don’t even know the steps.”
Dainsleif glanced at her. “There aren’t any true steps to follow. One doesn’t need any skill. …You should take the opportunity. It’ll be business again tomorrow in Khaenri'ah.”
“I don’t see you out there.”
“I do not dance.”
“I would if you would. But seeing as—”
He offered his hand. “If you would.”