Alice whirled and dipped through the dance, her feet tapping on the floor as often as the man's feet. A warning unto what she do if she had a needle and he was wrapped in a suit of her making. Her raven bun study and fast against the movement, her wicked green eyes softing slightly as her steps turned more towards the floor rather than the whitely dressed man's feet. Perhaps he was not the threat she took him as, but still something was chiming in the back of her mind. A bell to be careful, to be wary.

It seemed to ring true as well, when the man froze them in the middle of the dance as the rest of the crowd swayed about them. His voice calling her out on her little aggressive act. The tailor would not deny she deserved the chastening manner for the shoes if nothing else. Though a hidden brow rose as she gave an apologetic smile to the mysterious man. Even as the constant chime of the bell was heeded. "Perhaps it was more of a irritant that you would not bother to introduce yourself before asking so boldly for a dance." Her lips curving into a faux smile as she changed her admission of guilt into a lecture of propitiatory. "As for 'attempting to scare you away'... I've had a bad run of people in general, and men in particular of late. So forgive a woman of her foolishness, for the world is a cruel place with little to comfort the weary soul." A bit of poetry she had dredged up from her many books that had been in her loft above the shop she had been forced from. There was no lie in the pain in her emerald eyes however, as she held him just as firmly with one hand upon his shoulder, his locked in hers as much as it was the other way around.