Ithainne's pleasant smile grew only more confused, the dressmaker not-so-subtly comparing their relative heights. Of course, if one were only factoring in the torso, they weren't badly matched for size at all--but she [i]was[/i] consistently quite high off the ground. Perhaps not insurmountable... if the blonde had professed any knowledge of dancing that would allow accounting for the completely different range of motion. "I must thank you most graciously for your offer but I cannot accept."

Lilia, on the other hand, seemed to have paused, expression going very even. Perhaps, on first glance, it might seem that the elf was offended in some way by the request, but the rising blush was unmistakeable as the thoughts ticked over inside her head. A [i]knight[/i] was asking her to dance. A knight of the [i]Iron Roses[/i] was asking if she wanted to dance.

"Y-Yes please!" Turned out you [i]could[/i] make an elf squeak.