[ As Caleb lead this nameless stranger out onto the floor, he can feel his own steps becoming lighter; it had been so with Essek's dance though he had not danced very much, rather standing to the side while all of the desperate thoughts of melancholic had assaulted him. Essek had run away after a moment, made his excuses and left ultimately over something that Caleb could not determine.

But right now he was starting to grow a lighter as he drew them closer to the dance floor. His hand placed on the tieflings waist, against the fine fabric of coat and then his other hand clasped firmly in the other man's. ]

Your mother is very wise, ja-- [ There was the most fleeting little dip into zemnian, but it could've been construed as a 'yeah', it was so soft. ] But it appears that you have manners, or at least you know how to conduct yourself at a large party. That is quite the talent, you will probably do well here.