You danced with your partner to a quick paced tango beat - one, two three, four, one, two, three, four, - his feet occasionally hitting into yours. He was not the best dancer, but he didn't have to stand on your toes, though, you wouldn't mind if he did.

Terzo gazed up at you, one hand placed on your hip, the other firmly laced with yours. Between his teeth he held a rose, a thorn stabbed into his gums, blood dripping down between two of his teeth.