All right, all right. As silly as it sounded, dancing was actually something that he could do well - as long as it was something fairly traditional. Like many of the pureblooded men of his generation, dancing was something -- expected. Maybe the tradition had died out in the last few years, but he remained well-trained in the art of at least not tripping over his feet on the dance floor (he made no guarantees about anywhere else, though).
"Proper entertainment?" He raised an eyebrow. Nevermind that what he considered 'proper entertainment' was more likely sitting at home and reading a good book - but then again, he'd always been a bit of a stick-in-the-mud when it came to fun. Being saddled with such great family responsibility as he had at such a young age probably explained that bit, though.
At least he could stay up past 8pm ... most nights. "I'm surprised you didn't have a line of men asking you as their dates. Or did you?" Maybe she had wanted to go alone.
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