Maliphant idled for a moment as he watched her, watching her speak without so much as a hint as to what he was thinking; only the soft features of a man intent on listening. As she finished, he simply shook his head, speaking quietly in comparison to the music;
“In fact, I’d say you have it worse. Unlike you, I never knew my family. Never knew what I had to miss.”, he continued, pausing for only a moment.
“Besides, I don’t want you to talk about anything you’re not comfortable with. I’d hate to turn our night sour off reminiscent memories.”, he moved to smile once more; hoping to goad her into doing the same off simply the lines formed in his cheeks.
“Tell me, Miss Lethe, do you know how to dance?”, he asked, making an idle glance to the dance floor near the orchestra.