Most people are giving Liathar and Pell a polite berth. You descend on them as if entirely unaware of any tension between them. "I would be honored if I could have this dance."
"Master Osberht," Liathar says. "How can I refuse, since apparently not even your lack of an invitation has restrained you?" He sounds weary. Liathar escorts you out onto the dance floor. "What makes you so determined to be here tonight? I admit it's a grand party, but you must be used to those in the theatrical life."