Holy hippogr—He'd almost expected her to dismiss him. To his credit, none of his surprise or sudden panic at what the hell he was doing showed on Howell's face. He merely tightened his grip on her hand a little and led the way to the dance floor. He even pulled her to him quite smoothly, sliding his other arm around her waist as they stood close. It had definitely been a while since they'd done that.
If she'd rejected or ignored him, that would have opened the floor for a more… emphatic discussion, which is what he had been planning on, but she'd said yes. So he was at a loss for words. He supposed since it was a dance, he really shouldn't have been talking at all, but this was the only way he could make sure she would listen to him. And now that they were here, and he was standing this close to her again, he didn't want to say anything at all. They could just dance, and he could just enjoy the moment, couldn't he?
So, all right, perhaps he had thought about her a little more than simply thinking about not thinking of her.
"You look really beautiful," he finally told her, tilting his head forward so the small distance between them was bridged a little further.
He was a serious, boring sort of guy. Howell knew that. It had never bothered him overmuch, because look where being boring and serious had gotten him in life. But then this girl had tugged him behind a screen at some party and just laid one on him. Out of all the blokes there, all the better-looking, more talented wizards, she'd chosen him for… no reason at all that he could think of. And since then, he'd thought… maybe, just maybe, there was something interesting about him after all. Felt that for the first time, he might really be… what, funny, sexy, maybe even a little dangerous? A dynamic sort of person. Saoirse had to have seen something in him, hadn't she?
Well, "had" was the right word, anyway. And it would be an outright lie to say he hadn't been obsessing over just what it had been that changed her mind.
Sighing, because he knew he was about to ruin the moment, he tried not to grip her tighter as he asked, "If I ask you a question, a real one, do you promise—will you answer one question?"
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