"As do you," Lenore says, warmly flirtatious, eyes twinkling. He's a foot taller than she is, which makes things a little bit awkward, but there's no reason her feet need to be on floor to dance. She lifts herself a few inches into the air, bringing their height difference to a more comfortable range, and rests a light hand on his shoulder. "I can lead, if you'd prefer, though it might be easier if you do." While Lenore knows how to do so in theory, she's pretty sure the size difference would be an issue again with her trying to lead.

"Your performance was dazzling. Was it all illusion and light or was there some substance to it?"