Her eyes widened as she found herself being dragged to the fire. Sure, she'd asked him, but Kiara had been eighty percent sure that he would say no. The other twenty percent was him going off on some rant about how she didn't know anything about dancing because she was always in her stupid castle. The possibility that he might say yes, especially that enthusiastically was just... unexpected. It only got worse as she saw what he considered dancing. Now, she had grown up on ballroom dancing, that was true, but Kiara had always had a knack for feeling the beat of a song and coming up with something to go along. This, what he was doing, was just awful to watch. People were laughing, and he seemed to be enjoying himself but as soon as he took her other hand and tried to make her follow along, she could take it no more. 

She held up a finger, asking for a minute. There was something she needed if she were going to do anything like this: ale. Oh yes, if she were going to willingly make herself look a fool in front of these people she had better be pretty buzzed while doing it. 

After two glasses of the strongest they had and the five minutes it took her to chug them down, things were blurry and Kiara was ready. She would show this man just what he had gotten into when he agreed to dance with her. A sly grin made its way to her lips as she walked over to him. Maybe she wanted to get along, but it didn't mean she couldn't still mess with him.

"You think all I can do is ballroom dancing then?" Her eyebrow was raised as she took both his hands, like he had done to her earlier. She grinned up at him again, "I'll show you what moving looks like." Perhaps the show she was about to make would be enough to convince the others that they were indeed happily married. Either way, she would enjoy seeing his reaction.

Just as Ostus had done, she closed her eyes for a few moments as she listened to the tune, looking for the beat. When she had it, she started with her hips. It was no surprise that she could sway them back and forth considering her gender. It was when she placed those hands on her waist and drew herself closer to him that she started to hear the whistling of the men in the caravan. Yes, this was working just as she thought it might. Kiara's voice was low, sultry as she looked up at him. "When I ask a man to dance with me, I expect him to be close enough that it's obvious who is with."

What had she been thinking about her horse? Ah yes, when Kiara saw a beautiful thing, she just couldn't resist. Perhaps those drinks had been a bad idea. Ah well, at least she would to get to see him react up close and personal.