[ Clair seemed willing to step back in time to those moments in her home world, however bittersweet they may be, and Percival finds himself thinking that she's strong not only for indulging his questions, but for having the fortitude to continue looking forward, as well. Percival feels a warmth in his chest when he looks to her, not minding terribly when she leans her head against his shoulder. Clair always works to make herself come off as strong and optimistic-- a bright light to anyone around her. But right now, she seems more relaxed. ]

Then I should work to make the night extra memorable for you, shouldn't I? [ And right now seems as good a time as any. ]

We've yet to share a dance since arriving to the gala. I would be a terrible date if I allowed everyone to dance with you except for myself. [ He doesn't pull away from her, but offers her his hand from the side. ]

Shall we?