The colours they've both been dressed in complement each other well enough that there are a few approving sounds from the gathered ghem ladies as they take the floor in a swirl of subtle shading and the sharp splash of red. Kaidan seems unphased by her hands at his waist, although it does signal him to take her in a closer dance hold, her other hand hand curled against his shoulder, than he otherwise would.

That it makes for even easier private conversation is all the better, as, after a pause, he picks up a workable amount of 3/4 time in the current music and launches them out into the circling dancers. "You and me both," he agrees. "But hey, a waltz is a waltz, right? Worst case, we're being archaic for the sake of art."