Though he wanted to hunt his own kin down and string her up by her already stringy hair, the youngest little Lockwood giggling at the sight of his no doubt look of horror reminded him why he loved her so much. She wasn't exactly old enough just yet to be out in society, but when you came from a humble family that sort of thing didn’t matter.

“Henri,” He said with a smile as he curled his fingers around her hand, “And I’m afraid she will insist, and I will do my best not to ruin your shoes.” Though he was being modest. With so many young sisters at home he didn’t escape the dances often. They needed someone to practice on and both he and his father were well versed in nearly every reel.

“This one is a bit tricky,” he said as the band started to set the tempo, “Hold on?”

He liked to pretend he hated it, but the truth of the matter was if a sibling didn’t force him, he would have remained on the sides the entire night. However, the small talk was truly the hardest, but as he studied her he realized very much he wanted to know her further.

“Forgive me, I haven’t had the pleasure of your acquaintance. Are you new in town?”