Tamaki chuckled, moving a hand to take her waist. There had been some jealous looks from his guests, most certainly - a girl who'd had both the first and the last dance. He might have to have an excuse up his sleeve - he wasn't exactly supposed to show favouritism. And yet, he was drawn to Ky. How could a princely king not follow his heart?

His grip on his waist was possibly a little more familiar than before, and he twirled Ky flamboyantly at one point before moving closer again. He was leading again, but he could feel how she moved better this time around. 

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Mimori was nervous about dancing with him - in addition to being older, Kyoya was also the type to be naturally intimidating. He wasn't aggressive, no; he just seemed powerful. And attractive. It was a most dashing combination. The shivers that went down her spine at his touch weren't quite the same as they had been with Kaoru. These weren't shivers of attraction or chemistry. These were shivers of anticipation, the feeling of not knowing what he'd say or do next.

"Oh - that? Yes, it was a little upsetting," she admitted, glancing away from Kyoya with a slightly pink face. The whole thing seemed embarrassing now. But could anyone blame her? "I probably overreacted a little, due to previous experience." Her voice was quieter this time. She didn't really want to explain that bit. "But - I'm very glad to be a guest of yours. I've learned a lot about talking to boys!" she laughed.