Ser Pavus is causing quite the stir, and Benevenuta would hardly have it any other way. Malcolm's starting to wonder if anyone would have even noticed had he worn a purple mask anyway with 'the Tevinter' around.

Despite this, she is still a sight to behold and sought after for the occasional dance. Malcolm deposits an empty glass on the tray of a passing server boy and smoothly bows, taking up one of her hands. "Lady Thevenet," he says in his usual tone he takes with her when he straightens, "surely you can carve out a moment of your time from the esteemed nobility for my sake."

Malcolm knows the basics of dancing. He usually prefers to be a wallflower and to not dance, save for the sake of putting a smile on the faces of certain ladies, but it's the the ball of the Winter Palace. It would be simply appalling if he didn't save them both from the incessant Orlesian chatter for at least a few minutes to dance.