Liathar shrugs. "More of an obligation than an exciting opportunity, I think you'd find if you had it yourself."
As you turn at one corner of the dance floor, the shadows at your feet seem to thicken. Liathar trips over what you'd swear was a shadow rather than an actual obstacle of any kind, and stumbles heavily into you, nearly knocking you sprawling. You manage to stay on your feet, but it's hardly a graceful figure that you're cutting.
"I…how clumsy of me," Liathar says, but Liathar is rarely clumsy, and both of you know it.
If you're ever going to persuade Liathar that there's a curse, this is probably your moment.