Ana had to give Eric credit for two things, first would be his rather convincing lie about his dancing skills, though that was half Ana's fault for taking the statement at face value. In her defense, she never thought of someone lying about their dancing ability...it seemed a trivial thing to do. The second thing was the half-angel's actual dancing ability, while at least in-part improv, he knew his way around the dance floor.

Her heart was pounding like a drum in her ears, half from the increasing pace her partner was moving at and the other from the abrupt closeness the two were at. Ana was pretty sure her face was as flushed as an apple right now. Eric twirled her around again, all Ana could let out another squeak as her brain was too flustered to do more than keep up with her suddenly invigorated dance partner. Despite this she ignored the burning in her cheeks, or the increasing depth of her breaths, instead she let herself flow with the music, with her partner.

Ana opened her eyes the moment Eric drew back in from the twirl, her smile radiating and her eyes filled with fire. She picked up her pace though making sure the nephilim kept the lead. Somewhere deep inside her tensed, with every step the feeling grew and grew, anticipation massing larger and larger. Her wings began to twitch, a small, free giggle escaped her lips. She could feel it, the musical climax was nearing.

Eric drew her close and at that moment she whispered, "On three...one...two..."

She'd anticipated his intentions perfectly. Excellent. Tension bound itself to his muscles, mixing with a slight tinge of light energy. He mentally counted down, following her words. One... two...

"THREE!"

The music reached its peak, sparking a massive brass fanfare, and Eric flung the girl skyward, launching her through the air. She altered her wing dynamic, spinning like a top, and then turning backwards, bringing herself to land. The half-angel leant out, grabbing the avian girl behind her shoulders, caving his wings around hers, catching her and letting her fall backwards. Her outer leg shot up, and he caught it expertly. They held that position for a few seconds, giving each other a mutual grin.

The music quickly started back up again, fading in volume from a loud and boisterous affair back to a few drum riffs, a bouncing piano, and some solos. Eric pulled Ana back out of her position with a spin, retracting into a tight hold, and continuing with the jazz waltz. She recovered quickly, clearly not expecting there to be another round of dancing

The surrounding crowds emitted awestruck applause. A few had started partnering up, trying to copy the half-angel's elaborate motions and Ana's expert tracking.

Before Halle could give an answer to Light's statement, Light felt a tug on his robe. Quickly turning his head down to see what it was, he spotted a peculiar sight. A child drooling on his robe. "And how may I assist you? What is your name, little boy? Are you looking for your parents" Surprisingly calm, despite being slightly weirded out by the child's actions and also the child's appearance. It was a strange round shaped appearance with weird combinations of colors. What it was, Light could never guess

However, as he spoke, the dance between the two winged dancers had taken off (pun intended), showing of their skills in a skillful and impressive dance. As they both finished, Light was among the first to join in on the applause, his loud but muffle claps sounding quite loudly through the room.

Bartholomew began by pointing at himself. "I Bart-All-La-Mew." He smiled proudly at being able to say his own name, his sharp teeth sparkling. At the mention of his parents he pointed over at Loch who was busy looking for the young boy again. The small boy looked back up at Light and stated, "So who you?" However the boy's comment was lost by the sound of applause and he looked around confused at what everyone was making so much noise for and so began clapping along with others. He flapped and giggled as he simply followed along. As the clapping died down and the boy simply looked back at the man, waiting for the man to answer the question.

Light kneeled down, his hulking frame shadowing over the smaller child, the scarf on his face accidentally touching Bart's face, gently touching his cheek. Yet, despite looking intimidating, he spoke with a clear and friendly voice. "My name? Well you can call me Mr L. Its a pleasure to meet you Bartalamew. What brings you to this ball with all these adults? Aren't you a bit lonely without any kids for you to play with?" As he spoke however, thats when Light got a proper look on the child's face. there was only one thing that brought his immediate attention. He spoke again, concern in his voice as he pointed towards the bandages on the child's head. "Who did that to you?"

The young boy shook his head. "No no Bart-All-La-Mew." He wondered why the man didn't say it like his older brother did. The man sure was funny, "Here with brother. Happy with brother." Bartholomew pointed at Loch again, the man's long silver hair easy to pick out. When the man asked about the bandages Bartholomew pointed at Loch, "He did." The boy smiled brightly, Loch always tied the boy's bandages on in the morning, it was a tradition that the small boy enjoyed immensely.

Loch turned to track the source of the noise and soon looked up as the source towered over him. "Excuse me? Do to my brother? Have you seen him? Where is he?" His slightly maternal instincts drowning out the question. He peered around Light to see Bartholomew tottering behind the large man. Nothing seemed wrong with Bartholomew as he giggled catching back up. Loch breathed a sigh of relief. "I should really get a leash for him, keeps running off..." He chuckled lightly, "Little kids amirite? Thank you for finding him, I was beginning to worry."

Light didn't speak in the slightest, staying dead silent. Instead, he reached for his scarf, gently unwrapping it from his head, revealing the husk of a head underneath the cloth. He cracked his neck as he bent over, his head leaning in close to Loch's face. The most terrifying part was his eyes. What was before just small embers in his sockets, were now full one fires, the flames close to erupting from his sockets, nearly burning Loch's face with the intense fire. He spoke with the darkest, most shallow voice one can ever hear through one's lift time. "Explain what you did to his head. Now." His right hand unclenched, and he aimed towards Loch with his palm. This was of course hidden under the robe, but slowly, any light that could penetrate through the robe collected itself to his hand, shining through the robe like a small sun (Though not even nearly as bright).

"What the hell do you mean what I did to his head? You mean the bandages?" Loch growled, half tempted to dig out the man's "eyes." The dead man was getting on his nerves, "Yes I put them on. Are you insinuating that I hurt Bartholomew?" Shadows began to swirl around the reaper, reaching up to cling onto his shoulders and slowly form into a cloak while his suit began molding into armor. Loch's voice shook the air around him like a bass beat. "Look here you nearly-dead piece of filth. Apologize or so help me I'll stuff that worthless soul of yours in a more befitting vessel, like a goddamn slug or a maggot." As the two glowered at each other, Bartholomew had made his way around them and pressed his small frame against Loch's, comforting himself in the shadow's embrace as he hid himself from what was transpiring. He didn't understand why Mr. L and Loch were fighting, but Loch was beginning to get serious so the small boy did what he was taught to do and stayed silent, waiting for his brother's orders.

Halle had stood up too quickly.
Halle was going to lie down now.

Abbas had noticed Light's movements, and his subsequent confrontation with Loch, and needless to say he didn't like it. Those two gave off waves of animosity as they spoke, with Light doing so rather unintentionally. The Immortal stood, shaking himself from his self loathing, and walked over rapidly, slipping past other people quickly.

He stepped in between the Undead Paladin, whose eyes were blazing like bonfires, and Loch, who had shadows swirling around him like a whirlpool.

"Gentlemen! Please, calm down!" Abbas looked up at Light, "I've talked to little..." He glanced down at Bartholomew, "Bart-All-La-Mew here, and if I'd guess anything, I'd say he has some type of injury that Loch the Reaper bandages every day. Bart was probably saying Loch does this!" He pointed to the bandages covering the small boy's head, "He bandages his head every day!"

The Immortal then turned to Loch, "And you! Back off! It was a simple misunderstanding! Mr L. didn't know what Bartholomew was saying, and from what I can tell he's a pretty stand up guy. Even if he got a bit up in arms, that doesn't give you the right to threaten him like that." He stated, frowning.

With that, he stepped back and pointed at both of them, "I'll say again. Just calm down!"

Someone was yelling. Halle snapped out of her hungry-tipsy hazy vertigone stupor and gestured towards the eating area.

"Ey Light," she called, quite brusquely in fact, "I'm gonna grab a couple cookies. You want a dance with me after?" The "nt" and "a" were effortfully annunciated as she eyed the man like a schoolmate she'd known only briefly from childhood and not followed up with since. She slyly noted every change in stature and demeanor as she smiled, daring him to get over himself and do the same.

For a few seconds, Light stayed in his hunched over position to Loch, his eyes illuminating the smaller man's face with blue light. The light in his hand was incredibly bright now, ready to be shot at Loch. But, this is not the time for that. With a loud sigh, strong enough that it lifted his scarf up a bit as he did so, the light in his hand disappeared, as if never there in the first place. The literal fires in his eye sockets slowly waned until they once more became simple embers. Slowly, he composed himself, standing back up and resuming his normal gentlemanly persona. He tried his best to sound professional but you could hear some hints of anger was still there. "I must then apologize for my own misunderstanding of what your little brother was trying to say. I apologize for being so quick to assume dire truths. I was simply worried that the child was being abused by someone."

Bowing his head at a 5 degree angle, but no more than that. He turned his head to his partner, who he had neglected for too long. "Of course, Halle. In fact, I will come with you, I would be interested in seeing how these 'cookies" look like." As he finished the sentence, he nodded his head to Abbas, and moved to Halle. The crowd of people that had surrounded Loch and Light in their confrontation looked in fear and shock as the confrontation ended and continued to stare for a bit as the two went on with their own business. The crowd that Light started passing through to get to Halle quickly got out of his way, either out of respect or out of fear. As Light finally approached Halle, he extended an arm to her, as if for her to grab. "Shall we go then, Mrs Halle?"

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"Shall we go then, Mrs Halle?"

"Meet you there," Halle shrugged, already en route to FoodPlaceEatingArea central. Turning her shoulders slightly, so as to face the man as she walked, she added; "And I know you're just trying to be polite, but there's really no need to throw in the 'Mrs.' I never married." She didn't take his hand, but smiled a bit at the gesture.