Lexine's expression blanked as she eyed the hand offered to her. No, she rather didn't. She had no love for dancing and frankly no interest in what everyone else was doing on the dance floor. The excuse that she was waiting for her charge no longer held water even in her mind, though. No, she should have been gone and looking at that very moment. "I don't know how it would look for Leid's guard to be wasting its time dancing.." She trailed off, stuck on the realization that Leid was unlikely to arrive. All of the internal rhetoric she fed herself about actually enjoying the party when she got the chance was slowly coming back, and in short order, killing worthless time spent waiting seemed like a better idea. Gently, she took Thomas' hand and nodded once. At a touch, she knew immediately the hands of a soldier. She also knew that would cut both ways. Well, she [i]was[/i] a bodyguard, perhaps it made sense. With her free hand, she slipped a silver clip from her belt over her tie to hold it in place. "Alright, no sense brooding in corners. Lead on, Sir Morgan."