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-Grand Ball Room-
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-Interaction:[@Chrys] Amira [@Remram]The Juicer [@ReusableSword]Roman [@HylianRose] Nora


Munir smiled as he quietly took the measure of the pair before him. It was almost amusing. Had anyone else wandered onto the balcony at this precise moment, they would have found enough to kindle yet another rumor to feed the inferno already consuming the ballroom. Fortunately for them, Munir knew his own reputation. No one in their right mind would believe him if he marched back into the ballroom, commandeered the orchestra, and proclaimed that Lord Magnus Pawonska and Shehzadi Amira Kadir had done nothing more scandalous than enjoy one another's company while standing perhaps a touch too close.

[color=ffce00]"Lord Pawonska. It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. To say I came out here to catch my breath would be... a rather creative interpretation of the truth. I merely noticed my cousin being cornered by a gentleman of your... impressive stature and thought it only proper to introduce myself."[/color] His gaze briefly shifted toward Amira, noting she had already restored the respectable distance expected between herself and a gentleman. [color=ffce00]"Ah... Lady Nora. Well... I do intend on asking for her hand..."[/color] Munir allowed the sentence to linger just long enough for its more scandalous meaning to bloom before the corner of his mouth curled into a grin. [color=ffce00]"...for a dance. Though now you've made me curious. Am I expected to seek permission from her elder brother first? Is that the custom in Caesonia? If so, Lord Magnus, would you grant me the honor of asking your sister to dance?"[/color] He chuckled softly. [color=ffce00]"In any case, I should probably ask the lady herself before negotiating terms with her family. We are gentlemen, after all."[/color]

Turning back to Amira, his expression softened. [color=ffce00]"Cousin, I am glad to see you're smiling again. Please enjoy the rest of your evening."[/color] Leaning in just enough for only her to hear, he added with perfect seriousness, [color=ffce00]"And if Lord Pawonska should trouble you in even the slightest way... drive your knee upward with confidence. I can personally guarantee he'll rethink every decision that led him to that moment."[/color] Straightening again, he offered Magnus an innocent smile. [color=ffce00]"Nothing personal, Lord Pawonska. Merely encouraging healthy self-defense."[/color] A wink to Amira followed. [color=ffce00]"Now then... you two behave yourselves."[/color]

Leaving the pair to their moonlit conversation, Munir made his way farther across the balcony, arriving just in time to find Lord Roman Ravenwood speaking with Lady Nora Pawonska. Greeting the larger man first with a friendly slap between the shoulder blades, he grinned. [color=ffce00]"Lord Ravenwood. I trust the evening has been treating you well. Unless my instincts have abandoned me completely, which thankfully, they seldom do. I would wager I've arrived just after you've asked Lady Pawonska for a dance. Interesting. I confess, I never quite pictured you as the sort to indulge in ballroom dancing."[/color]

Only then did he turn fully toward Nora. Offering her a respectful bow, Munir extended one gloved hand with effortless confidence. [color=ffce00]"Lady Pawonska. Might I have the honor of claiming the dance immediately following Lord Ravenwood's? I shall do my absolute best to follow what I can only assume will be an extraordinary dance with something... equally memorable."[/color] The familiar glint of mischief returned to his eyes as his hand remained patiently outstretched. [color=ffce00]"What do you say?"[/color]