“Off on your own are you?”
Lear looked up from the balcony, and smiled at Asher. “Hey prim. Yeah. parties aren’t really my thing.”
“Rather a waste to go through the effort of dressing up, only to not participate.” Asher practically glided towards her, resting a hand on the balcony as he leaned in to peer critically at her face. “Tell me you at least TRIED to dance.”
“No. but i ate some cake, and i count that as participation.” Lear beamed.
“Hopeless.” Asher grunted. “Well, i suppose I have to do SOMETHING about this.” he folded an arm behind his back, offering his free hand to her. “May I have this dance?”
Lear almost reached out to take it, pulled in by the moment, but she withdrew nervously. “I’m not a good dancer… i’ll just make you look bad.”
He raised a brow at her. “I take it that you’re uncomfortable dancing in front of a crowd then.