[ he knows that twinkle very well, and as she tips her head back, he presses noticeably closer to her. it'd be rude if it were anyone else. since it's just the two of them, it's more intimate than anything. his thumb draws over the top of her hand as he lets out a long, drawn out hum. more theatrical than anything, she should know by now. ]

Never fear, dear, [ as if she had anything to fear about percy running out of words — unless she happens to catch him at the wrong time. which she does to her advantage on occasion. ] Truthfully? Dancing with you is... an incredibly complete feeling.

[ the steps aren't complicated to this dance, but between the dexterity of them both, they read and take measures against one another's body language. they've worked together for so long, that a twitch of muscle indicates left or right, the faint tension of a jaw means remain still or on the count of three.

he turns her in his arms and places a palm against her back, just enough pressure as he takes her hand and dips her in a swirl of fabric to the music. ] You know me best, [ he murmurs, bringing her up again. ] That knowing cleverness in your eyes, your cunning and your caring both. There isn't anything that you can't do, and there isn't anywhere that I wouldn't follow you.

[ percy smiles, and it is open and warm. ] You're my heart, Vex'ahlia. Entirely.