The feel of the man's hand around her waist snapped Lilith's attention back to him. She frowned slightly when she realized how close they were standing. The scent of cigar smoke clung to his breath and clothes, strong and intrusive. When she looked up at his face, she found him smirking down at her.
"I don't know how to dance," she said, her voice uncertain as the soft music from the instruments began to fill the air and more couples joined them on the dance floor.
"Lucky for both of us, I do," the man replied. "Been practicing since I was ten. My father made it mandatory for my brother and me as future lords."
"Oh, that's wonderful. My father never taught me how to dance. He said I wouldn't need to learn because I'd be too busy handling a servant's duties," Lilith replied, allowing herself to sway slightly in rhythm with him, even though she was barely putting in any effort.
"Your father sounds like a terrible man," the man commented.
