Nate overruled the objection of his little barrister, though his mind was torn between the present and some imagined sinful future.

"Miss Mason" Nate answered but there was a subtle distraction in his voice, his conviction built on a foundation of sand. Hmn, back to formal names. Bare shoulders were covered and her features hidden briefly by an opened fan. The meek Miss Mason appeared to be once more in charge. There was casual mention of dancing. Nate was not the most gifted of dancers, better than a fool, but on no account should he be let near a ballet stage. "Twice. Yes, well of course. A waltz, I see. My waltzing is somewhat subpar."

His companion did not wait for him to led, instead leaving him to follow after her, appearing to forgo his arm and make her own way.