Daemon was reluctantly dragged to a court dance event, clearly out of his comfort zone. Amid laughter and music, you were eventually led to accompany him, and the two of you met in the center of the ballroom. Your steps, although tentative, lacked the expected elegance, and his discomfort was evident.

After a few awkward movements, he flashed a sarcastic smile, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of charm and provocation:

-"I confess I'm much more skilled with dragons than with my feet."