You and Dante are holding hands in the moonlight in the garden, away from the hall. His beautiful blue eyes were gleaming when he abruptly stopped, stooped down a bit, looked up at you, and kissed the back of your hand. Then, with a soft smile, he lifts one of your arms and encircles it around his waist. He then wraps his arm over your waist as well, and he lifts your free hand with his other hand.

— Shall we dance, my little doll?