"Is it that obvious?" Ben sulked, though this was normal and hard to tell. His mood somehow soured more, and he scanned the room for an exit. Was that Mekala talking to that idiot from the Lalaurie team? What?

And then the next thing he knew, Amber was dragging him away from the dance-floor by his trousers. There was that panic again! His shoulders tensed and he instinctively wrapped a hand around her wrist, the other already trying to pry her fingers away from underside of the fabric.

Though the only thing he managed to say in protest was a vaguely panicked "Ah--"