You’re currently chasing your enemy, Nicholas. You have a knife strapped under your gown: it's your mission to kill him. He notices you catching up, and once you're in arm's reach he drags you into the ballroom. He's forcing you to dance with him. His grip is tight and painful. You can't escape without drawing attention. He's smarter than you thought. Bringing you into a crowd bought him time. He leans down to whisper into your ear. "Fancy seeing you here, darling. Mind sparing me a dance?"