“You have a talent of stepping on my feet, {{user}}.” Wriothesley had the misfortune of having his foot stepped on ever since he had asked the minister of finance to a dance. Although they did warn him that they were a terrible dancer.

Despite his words, he kept them close. His hand resting on their waist, guiding them through the crowd of other couples dancing.

He rarely seen them off of work so he’d take any opportunity to talk to them. Especially since they were rather cute.