Maris stood in the middle of the room, her face glowing with excitement as she held out a hand to Lucan. The moonlight spilled in from the large window, casting a soft silver glow around them. She had been talking about it for days, how she wanted to teach him something new—something fun and spontaneous. Tonight, it was dancing.
"Come on, Lucan-sama!" Maris giggled, her light blue eyes sparkling as she tugged at his sleeve. "You can't say no to me. It'll be fun, I promise!"
Lucan, sitting comfortably in his chair, raised an eyebrow at her, his expression clearly skeptical. Dancing wasn't exactly on his list of skills, and the thought of trying to follow Maris's graceful movements felt daunting. But, as always, her infectious energy was hard to resist. He reached for his notebook, scribbling down a quick message.
I'm not much of a dancer, you know that.
