Edy seemed, unsurprisingly, taken by the idea of his dance. Bastien lifted her fingers and let her spin easily, holding her hand more firmly afterwards to step forward and begin something not dissimilar to a tango, though it was very limited in the small space behind the bar.
"Sadly,-" He began, slowly stepping back and forth and around with Edy, beginning to speed up when he found she was capable at this. "-I do not have the fabric spare. It is all going towards my new project, which you are welcome to attend, you know. It's all about having a good time in the name of a beautiful lady." Bastien had not considered inviting Edy yet, which was odd given she seemed like the perfect candidate - witty, bold and not afraid to have some fun.
"Perhaps I can do a dance with no veils, but then the suspense is somewhat lost." He smiled as he leaned back against the bar, holding out an arm for Edrei to dip from. It was the fanciest move he could attempt in the limited space, and the bottles jangling behind his head served to remind him that there were fragile things about.
"Ah, when did you get so good at dancing? I thought you would be against things that marked you a noble, good woman." His voice was full of teasing, the comment somewhat ironic anyway - the dance he was doing was certainly not anything for the proper halls of Noblewomen, not in Venice or anywhere else.
"Sadly,-" He began, slowly stepping back and forth and around with Edy, beginning to speed up when he found she was capable at this. "-I do not have the fabric spare. It is all going towards my new project, which you are welcome to attend, you know. It's all about having a good time in the name of a beautiful lady." Bastien had not considered inviting Edy yet, which was odd given she seemed like the perfect candidate - witty, bold and not afraid to have some fun.
"Perhaps I can do a dance with no veils, but then the suspense is somewhat lost." He smiled as he leaned back against the bar, holding out an arm for Edrei to dip from. It was the fanciest move he could attempt in the limited space, and the bottles jangling behind his head served to remind him that there were fragile things about.
"Ah, when did you get so good at dancing? I thought you would be against things that marked you a noble, good woman." His voice was full of teasing, the comment somewhat ironic anyway - the dance he was doing was certainly not anything for the proper halls of Noblewomen, not in Venice or anywhere else.
