Conner wasn't good at social. Or dating, really. But he could at least ask women to dance at a ball. He thought. Maybe. He hoped.

When she said yes, sort of, he smiled. "You don't have to, you know? I just thought it might be fun." His grin was gentle, and he was confused. But he was determined to either dance with her, or just talk. He stepped down to stand fully on the ground near her.