Sabine smiled back at him, shaking her head in warm amusement. She knew his type, the type who made fun wherever he went, and in general she approved. Jack, like Remy, had a gift for lifting her out of the darkness even when they were very carefully talking about things no one had any business knowing.
"I've done a fox-trot or two," she offered with a fey little smile. "But I prefer a waltz or a rave."
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Date: 2016-06-13 01:54 am (UTC)"I've done a fox-trot or two," she offered with a fey little smile. "But I prefer a waltz or a rave."