[ Caleb always took joy in a dance and normally with anyone; he loved the structure of it and it gave him wonderful memories as such, memories that had nothing to do with the prolofic misuse of magic, and there was something freeing about giving oneself over to melody and bear; his own mind was adept at keeping time, in fact it did it without him even totally being aware. ]

No worries, Frumpkin is hard to offend-- for a fey creature. Arguably, I know very little fey but the others I have had the fortune of knowing have been exceedingly capricious.

[ The next statement that came out of Eliot's mouth definitely made those freckles stand out even further at pink over bearded visage. Who said that a redhead could not pull off pink surely underestimated the gods given penchant to a complexion that made blushes far more evident.

Eliot was a handsome man though and Caleb was not proof against that charm. Much like Quentin, he was a walking disaster, just a little less nervous about it ]

Well the first thing I would say is Danke-- no one has ever called my hair provacative before, secondly Pheme is watching and our names may get in the scandal sheet, and thirdly I can imagine a great deal of.. men? [ if Caleb was reading the vibe right ] would be very lucky to recieve a tribute from you, ja--

[ Very diplomatic, all considering the closeness of their dancing bodies ]