( Urianger isn’t exactly surprised to see Stephen at the gala - in the few times they’ve met he hasn’t projected an aura of one who shies away from such things, after all - but he didn’t necessarily expect to be spoken to. Smiled at, even! )

A demonstration which paled in comparison to thine.

( He replies with a deliberate smile, one eyebrow lifting just a little as his gaze flits to the middle of Stephen’s forehead. He’s quite sure he’d seen something curious beneath the fold of his hood … )

… Thou hast quite the captivating stage presence. Mayhap a dance would serve us both well?