[ For Thancred, this sort of close contact is not routine, precisely, but it's something that he's engaged in more times that he would be able to recall. Not often with a friend like this, though, and while they may have simply been having a dash of fun, there's no denying that it was that — a bit of lighthearted enjoyment to wash away the taste of all that's happened as of late.

He thought both of them were indulging in a good time, but then Urianger's ears flush with... what, embarrassment? He suddenly yanks away, almost as if Thancred made the wrong step or said the wrong thing, and he frowns, trying to think back and identify what it might have been. As quickly as the shift of tempo in a song, the mood has changed around on them, leaving him thrown off-balance for a moment. ]

My friend, there is naught to forgive. [ His brow furrows as he studies Urianger, still at a loss for what drove the sudden about-face. ] I enjoyed it as well. [ Nor would he have needed their silly game as the pretext for all of it, but now he wonders if he should even voice that thought when something's clearly off here.

It feels as if a door has been shut in his face, and yet he doesn't understand why. Almost as if Urianger ended up with cold feet, and yet all they were doing was dancing. Then again, this is quite a bit more outside of Urianger's comfort zone. Mayhap it had been too much, somehow. ]

Is all well, Urianger? [ He cants his head at him. ] If I did aught to offend, please know no harm was meant.