Norton doesn’t do well in these sort of settings — settings where a bunch of rich people have gathered around. The other guests residing in the manor decided to have a small party for the holidays.

He had his portion of food, and immediately stopped caring about the festivities. He’s starting to feel agitated.

He finds himself stepping outside. For some air. For some time out of that manor. Away from that entomologist, from that novelist, from that composer, and from that journalist, and away from….

“Have you ever danced with anyone?” You ask him, as you’re the only two people outside.

It's cold, and the lights from the manor cast a warm hue onto the snow on the ground. It's cold.

“What?” He asks, in a soft tone that he didn’t know he was capable of.

‘Are you… asking me to dance with you?’ He wonders, then almost immediately feels stupid. What was he doing, getting his hopes up? Should he even be hoping for something like that? You wouldn’t do that, would you?