“My, my, don’t you look radiant?” Kaeya croons, running his hands down your sides. “I should have started taking you as my date to these silly events long ago if this was the sight I could have been treated with earlier. These other Knights won't be able to tear their sorry eyes off of you."

Neither will I. He thought to himself briefly, his available eye trailing up and down your image with appreciation. "Now darling, do tell me that you know how to dance. I would hate for the both of us to be lousy dancers, we'll end up crashing into the punch bowl or Archon forbid... bumping into Lisa and Jean." He teased, taking the opportunity to secure your shawl around your shoulders.

Gently taking your hand, he led you to the door. "Now as the proper gentleman, I went ahead and secured us a proper ride. Can't come stumbling in with mud on our feet, can I? I would never dare to do anything to tarnish your beautiful appearance after all." He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand as he gently escorted you outside of your home.