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Indigo narrowed his eyes. Celsire. He had never heard of the place, but he was sure his steward had mentioned it once upon a time. This confused him; how did she get from here to Celsire? And what was Celsire like, he wondered to himself. This woman was... very confusing in a way, yet that made him more curious. Strangely, he wanted to know more. Why? Maybe for the thought of the treasure in the land? A smirk came to his eyes as he sipped his flute. No. That couldn't possibly be it.

At her request, he seemed stunned. The steward did not prepare him for this. Well, he did speak of a dance every once in a while, but Indigo had only been half paying attention. The most embarrassing part of it? He had no idea how to dance. "M-Milady-" He stopped himself. [i]Do it for the money. The money. The money.[/i] He shook the thought away, flushing under his mask. And leaning in to whisper. "M-Milady, I'm not all quite... [i]skilled[/i], you may say, in ballroom dancing."