Sturgis gave an enthusiastic nod--which caused him to teeter as his head swam--in agreement to not dancing. Under other less-intoxicated circumstances, he would have happily escorted Octavia out to the dance floor. In his smashed state his penance would have to come from elsewhere.
The off-duty Hit Wizard did not want to burden the lovely lady with more than his apology, but she was going to ask more of him, it was the least he could do. He had no date to attend to. Dorcas would undoubtedly find other entertainment now that she had trounced him so well. Sturgis wasn't the avenging sort.
"No, no--no escorting," he replied with a much calmer shake of his head than the nod which had nearly knocked him off his feet. "I did come with a friend," he added because he had come with someone--albeit a mildly wicked someone, "but seems she's buggered off." The latter drawled out a sigh then an emphatic shrug.
"She's not the worryin' sort."
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