Perhaps a relief, then, that she doesn't attempt anything so ambitious as Salvio's turn about the floor; they find the rhythm and settle into it, and Petrana has some experience with very subtly leading backwards, where necessary.

“I've attended far worse dinners in my life,” she says, rueful. “This one has been illuminating. You were sitting with Anders and the Provost—I think I did not recognise your fourth?” A prompt.