“Liking to dance is one thing,” Marius replied, “but knowing how to dance is entirely different. I am afraid my kinsmen are not talented in the arts – but I should like to learn! Oh yes, it would be my pleasure to caress the earth with the pitter-patter of feet, twirling and pirouetting to the strains of violin and ocarina. Or perhaps a mandolin would better suffice? Alas, I am tone-deaf, so it is difficult to tell the difference.” “Shall we go in search of this music, my friend?” Marius flashed a coquettish smile as he took Alodian’s arm – more out of habit than lust. “I am averse to the elderly, you see. It’s their breath,” he blanched. “I cannot abide the moldy-beans-and-privies odor that seems to emanate from their withered lips. I would rather take a turn in the streets, and perhaps speak of romance. My friend, what do you wish for in a woman? Or a man if that’s your fancy,” Marius winked. “It all looks the same in the dark.” |