[ Thancred has charmed all types over the course of his career, and that includes a fair number of Elezen women. For that reason, he's quite used to the way that their pointed ears darken when they're embarrassed. It's endearing, and he can easily see that Urianger may not have been entirely ready for the little game that he proposed. Thancred, on the other hand, had been able to slip into character instantly.

Then again, he used to do this sort of thing all the time, so is it truly any surprise?

It doesn't take long for Thancred to realize what Urianger's attempting with his own role. Both of them have spent enough time in Sharlayan to know all too well what the Forum members can be like, and there's a moment where his mouth twitches with a barely contained laugh at Urianger's impression.

He's not going to be the one to crack first, though. Mark his words.

Thancred lowers their hands, but doesn't release Urianger's entirely, settling for a light grip as he tugs him toward the dancefloor. If they can engage in something as silly as this, it does make it feel like they'll be able to recover from the awful events of the previous moon just fine. Thancred wants to believe as much, at least. ]

And you may call me Thancred. As an esteemed member of the Forum, I can only assume you've attended any number of events like this. [ Perhaps that's not so. They're all a bit too stuffy for dancing, aren't they? Still, he's committing to the bit as well. ] I will admit, my experience as an Archon doesn't often bring me to the dancefloor, but I think you will find yourself pleased nonetheless.

[ And here they are. Thancred pivots on one heel to face Urianger. He assumes the proper position for a formal dance, one of his hands taking Urianger's and the other settling on the small of his back.

Here he sends him another charming smile, his stormy eyes sparkling with amusement. ]