As if Glitch could say no to a requ- demand from a lady, especially for a dance. He smiled in return and offered a neat half-bow before accepting her hand. "It would be my pleasure, Miss-" miss, yes, the woman with the wrong dolls (he'd kept the one, sitting on a shelf to remind him of her) and the pretty name of "-Drusilla."

Such formality, such a contrast to the the way he'd observed people dancing tonight. Time to class up the place, he decided, and set his left hand on her waist in order to lead.

"Tango?" he suggested brightly. It wasn't a perfect match to the song by any means, but he was fairly sure he could work around it.