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[@Hammerman][@Crowvette]

For a split-second, Rurik saw red. It seemed that despite her "charitable ball" she was just another arrogant, stuck-up, rich girl. He clenched his fists, energy gathering inside him without even thinking. He took a step forward, words on the tip of his tongue. His mind had settled on anger and spite as his response. Some in the crowd began to frantically murmur, seeing the intensely derisive look on Rurik's face.

Then he just stopped before his mouth opened. Somehow it felt to familiar of a situation. Stirring things up unnecessarily in front of Christine suddenly wasn't very appealing. He'd refrain... this time.

Oh he'd still be a spiteful bastard about it, though.

He suddenly grabbed Christine's hands and pulled her over, assuming some terrible approximation of a dancer's stance. 

[color=CFD3C6]"First come first serve,"[/color] Rurik said, leaning his head around Christine to shoot a scowl at Lise. [color=CFD3C6]"Although, I don't really know how to dance. You'll have to teach me, Christine. Might take a while."[/color] His frown shifted to a knowing smirk. [color=CFD3C6]"I'm a slow study."[/color]