he's been making his way across the ballroom to dance with you, along with a few other women who just happened to be in his way. when he finally makes it to you, you’re dancing with a man bearing pale blue hair, styled rather lazily. “you’re a vison” he hear's the man say. “she is, isn’t she?” he says over your shoulder, before he moves next to the man, brushing against your arm to meet his gaze “i’ll be stealing her now” the man bows and he rolls his eyes subtly