Anne understood the gesture, but she hesitated. Her father wouldn't like her dancing with boys at her age, least of all some foreign rich boy who had no decent reason to talk to a poor fisherlass like her. But the boy's... queerness... was still casting it's spell. She took a good look around, before laying down her work on the bench beside her. She blushed as she walked over. "Wha-what do I do?" she asked.