It's delightfully strange how pining after Dion has now resulted in this, having the man's arm around him in a clear show of possession. When he had confessed he hadn't thought Dion would be open to displays of affection between them, after so much had been confined to their shared bedroom...but apparently Joshua had been wrong. He instinctively leans into the touch, lifting the rim of his glass to his lips for another sip.

"I suppose it is fortunate that I am no maiden." Nor can he really relate to being forced to dance with many. He had been given some lessons, sure, but those were ages ago.