My apologies. How can I make amends to you? [ He looks down at her, in his arms, during the dance. Realizing despite her self-promotion, it as she says. Beatrice -is- lovely, and she is in his hands. There is a momentary flash of satisfaction in his face, and... something else. It turns into a frown, but he looks eyes with hers, his grey eyes rather rain-like, at the moment. ]
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