Jericho was in the middle of drinking his fifth glass when Gracelyn asked him what he thought of the ball festivities happening around them. He took the few seconds to finish his drink to mull over his answer, having a hard time not looking as she twirled her emerald colored dress. [i]She's actually kind of attr-what am I doing?[/i] He cut himself off mid thought and instead returned to answering the question at hand. "Well, I don't understand the need for all the extra pomp and circumstance, if that's what you're asking. As for the dancing," setting the empty glass down, he offers Gracelyn his hand, "why not use it to kill time until there's something better to do?"