Damocles: *makes a bit of a face* …do we have to?
Abira: *her lips twitch* Well brother, we all know how much you love dancing.
Merwyn: *looks up from his papers a bit confused* Do you?
Abira: *her eyebrow wiggles* He always enjoyed lessons…
Damocles: *clears his throat* Sister.
Abira: *shrugs a shoulder innocently*
Merwyn: I am getting the feeling I do not want to know.
Damocles: *grin flicks and he tilts his head at him* Mm, no I do not think you do.
Merwyn: *shakes his head* In any case…
Abira: *nods immediately* It’ll all be ready for their arrival.
Merwyn: *grins a bit and then nods* Splendid. Then I shall see you both in a few hours?
Abira: *jerks her head at Damocles, who still looks frustrated and about to interrupt, the pair of them leaving with customary nods*
Damocles: *the moment they are clear* Enjoying dancing lessons?!
Abira: *laughs once and shakes her head* You should have seen your face.
Damocles: *eyes narrowed/growl even though he’s smirking again* I am so glad to have been of some amusement to you, sister.
Abira: *grins* It was simply good to see you smile.
Damocles: *clears his throat* Yes, well. *frustrated exhale* A ball now?
Abira: *shrugs a shoulder slowly* Perhaps it will not be as bad as it sounds.
Damocles: A ball? Spending an entire night while she is forced to dance and treat with another? Not as bad for whom?
Abira: …Me, apparently. Honestly Damocles, if you look like that when they arrive, the entire court is going to know you’re in love with her.
Damocles: *brows furrow in confusion* Look like what exactly?
Abira: Like…someone kicked your puppy.
Damocles: I do not look like a puppy.
Abira: *laughs in an exhale* You do! Like a wounded puppy. *gesturing to her own wide smile* Try it.
Damocles: I don’t have time for this—
Abira: *sighs and turns him back to her* If it makes you feel better. *her lips twitch* Then I will make certain to dance with Lord André a few times at least.
Damocles: You think it’s going to make me feel better to watch him with my sister? So that he has his hands on you instead of—
Abira: …*slowly* Wait for it..
Damocles: ..Oh. *pauses and then looks back down at her having a ‘hang on!’ moment* Did you just say wait for it?
Abira: *lips twitch* Mmm, no, wasn’t me. Must have been a bird.
Damocles: Abira—*pinching his nose with his thumb and forefinger, frustrated exhale*
Abira: *chuckles under her breath* Straighten up, all right? At least she will be back at court. Was that not half the battle?
Damocles: *sighs and then nods, dropping his hand* A ball.
Abira: *lips twitch into a bright smile* A ball. The perfect occasion for you to innocently spend time with her, I should think. Provided you leave your puppy at home.
Damocles: *ignores this and turns, examining himself in a nearby mirror and slowly arranges his face into a smile, turning back to her*
Abira: *giggling as he examines himself, her face is back to a mask as he looks back at her* There you go. *winks* You’ll see…the ball could even be fun.
Damocles: *ignores the laugh and nods* Oh, yes, Lord André, Lady Maeve, myself and my sister…
Abira: *hmms*…Rowland, Evelyn, her husband, your knights…
Damocles: …in a room filled with too much wine and good cheer? What could possibly go wrong?