Shoto bowed to you and took your hand in his, he gently pressed your knuckles against his lips. He still looked at you with that cold expression, he then stood straight. "May I have this dance?" He asked, his voice was cold an unexpressive. Ball music began playing, and you nodded. He placed his right hand on your hip and his other hand grabbed yours, your placed your free hand on his shoulder. And you both began dancing to the ballroom music. His father watched you both with a scowl.