Nadine is most certainly something of a wallflower in this situation. Despite her outfit being attention-drawing, she's just never been that much of a dancer. The activity was one of those things that's fun to watch and imagine, but in practice...
It's not like she'd had much opportunity for dancing most of her life.
And the walls that she'd kept up most of her life, walls so strong they were practically visible at a glance, have been lowered some. Her demeanor is no longer so unapproachable, so frosty. It's never been so apparent as tonight, when she keeps finding herself invited to dance. Though she declines the invitations of strangers politely but firmly, familiar faces are given more consideration.
It is flattering, in a way.
"Oh, I'm sure you could probably find a much more competent dance partner. I don't do it that often. You might be risking the safety of your toes."
Dancing
It's not like she'd had much opportunity for dancing most of her life.
And the walls that she'd kept up most of her life, walls so strong they were practically visible at a glance, have been lowered some. Her demeanor is no longer so unapproachable, so frosty. It's never been so apparent as tonight, when she keeps finding herself invited to dance. Though she declines the invitations of strangers politely but firmly, familiar faces are given more consideration.
It is flattering, in a way.
"Oh, I'm sure you could probably find a much more competent dance partner. I don't do it that often. You might be risking the safety of your toes."