Alice listened courteously to the snowy man. Her green eyes darkening in the shadows of her mask. That voice sent a shiver down her spine, yet she saw no reason that she should fear the man. He looked nothing like Liam, then again she didn't- and hadn't for a while- looked like Alice Lynch. Yet at the request, how could she refuse? It was only good manners to accept, and so she did with graceful curtsy and offered hand. "I would gladly accept, sir." Her voice soft and sweet, hiding the venom that sulked beneath her mask.

While she couldn't openly refuse, she could make the dance hurt. If he was here to the wrong reasons or the right ones, it would do no harm. Thus was the delight of being a woman. So as she was led out onto the dance floor and the steps began, Alice purposefully missed the first two. Nailing the poor soul square on the same foot each time. Her green eyes all apologetic and a slightly timid smile hid the wicked mind that was diligently protecting herself from loosing more to a handsome man. Even if all she could tell was the voice. "My apologies. It's been a while, and I'm terribly out of practice." She said, as she stepped on his other foot with a not so feigned wince. But her sorrow was more for the shoes than his foot. "You'll have to forgive me, I didn't have a chance to warn you before the dance started." Alice sighed forlornly, her movements graceful for all her feet appeared to be clumsy.