He takes her extended hand, his own fingers curling around her slender ones, and brings it up to his mouth; his lips just brush against the back of her hand. "You don't usually bother waiting to be asked, when you want to do something," he points out - but that was so long ago. The Alecto of his memories was not shy about dragging any number of childhood compatriots into various schemes and activities whenever it struck her fancy. Of course, it had been some five years now, and anything could have changed.

"May I have this dance, Princess?" He asks, gazing up at her, her hand still grasped gently in his, breath ghosting against her skin. "If nothing else, I've managed to pick up a few more steps since we last met."