[Ren's red and black robe is full of gentle drapes and slit at the arms to expose the black scales that mark him here as a draconic bloodline sorcerer, and his mask is simple but with a little bit of show, a small horn and half of a butterfly wing extending from one side of the red and black accessory. He seems at ease with the dancing, familiar with it in the way of someone who's been exposed to these kinds of parties before, and he offers a light smile back to Merlin, though there's something somewhat knowing about it all the same.]
Mmm, I think I'll be fine. I shouldn't be worried that you're inexperienced with this kind of thing, right...?
[It's a mild, somewhat playful counter, since he's not sure how often this kind of thing would have been held where (or when) Merlin came from. The way he tilts his head along with it makes the light reflect oddly off the scales that creep up his neck and one side of his face, potentially a calculated move of some sort.]
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Mmm, I think I'll be fine. I shouldn't be worried that you're inexperienced with this kind of thing, right...?
[It's a mild, somewhat playful counter, since he's not sure how often this kind of thing would have been held where (or when) Merlin came from. The way he tilts his head along with it makes the light reflect oddly off the scales that creep up his neck and one side of his face, potentially a calculated move of some sort.]