Her giggle is a lighthearted one as she follows the man to the center of the floor. “My good sir, every show deserves a leading man” Willoughby shot back gently, grinning. Yes, it was all in good fun. Fun she shall have, and hope her new companion has as well. Willfur seemed a decent sort, and she only hopes to add a little sweetness to his life.
“Let's start with a simple waltz” she goes on, proceeding to begin. The steps are long and thought out in a waltz, but hers are simple. They lead for now, extending a quiet arm to Willfur to take if he wants to add his diversity. She is ready to fall back and hand-off the lead to him if he wants it, but for now? She is on stage.
Willoughby pins her wings close to her body so they do not swing and hit her partner. Usually if she dances for coin, she lets them work their magic and display the crowd a feathery few actions. She is mindful of Willfur as she draws closer to him a few times, allowing the subtle music background to sweep her away.
“speech”
