"Dance?"
Eleanora turned quiet as Cathain questioned her with a suspicious gaze and she used her index finger to push him away a little to maintain distance.
"H-Huh? D-Dance?"
"What dance?"
Eleanora tucked a curl of her silver hair behind her ear as she feigned innocence and asked, while Cathain sneered at her act.
"Your habit of saying rubbish whenever you are nervous hasn't gone away yet,"
"!!!"
As soon as Cathain finishes his sentence, Eleanora turns at him with a glare as her face puffs up in anger.
"So you think that dancing with me is rubbish?"
"..."
