I didn't say I wasn't hard on myself. But that's gotta be the first time anyone's ever accused me of having a good attitude about anything.

[In the background of that wry, amused little comment, in the back of his head, he thinks—Gareth and Lancelot, huh. Talk about bittersweet. Kadoc knows the legends well enough. It's nothing he's going to say, at least not now, but it's another bit about her to think about later. She's so cheerful . . .

By now, their shadows are beginning to loosen up a bit, move not quite in time with their steps. But for the moment, he's too preoccupied to notice. The dance is getting easier as he gets used to it and relaxes by inches. Almost—fun? Almost?!]