Much to his surprise, 'Remmy' looked a lot more tired than he'd expected. Perhaps she was wore out from the dance as much as he was, perhaps with a tinge of more emotional exhaustion from her side. However, despite how worn out she looked, the woman seemed to be up for another dance - and Alburn was willing to provide. It reminded him of the time when they first met, worn out completely after the battle. It was out of his pure obstinate tenacity that he willingly engaged into another one immediately after they got out of those deathly freezing waters of the Pier. He didn't last too long, and she escaped. Except this the circumstances were different than the last: This time, he was just simply trying to give her a good time. Funny how their positions changed. 

As Alburn outstretched his hand as an offer to dance, the woman's face reddened like a ripe tomato - perhaps more so than before. Earlier, he'd managed to take notice of how she was blushing quite a lot around him. Was it just out of pure embarrassment? There could've been a lot of reasons behind this, but he didn't think it was anything bad. If anything, he thought he was probably doing something right. If she knew that he was doing something that was going against her in some way, then 'Remmy' would've simply told him outright anyway. That was how they were, most of the time, at least. There really was never a dull day between them. 

This night was no exception, but the evening had been full of strange feelings that Alburn had never felt before. Being around someone like her always seemed to be the case. In fact, he never found himself smiling so much around anybody - let alone talk about some pent of feelings that he'd kept inside as a child. He always found himself avoiding these sort of things, but... if he had to be honest about it, it felt nice to be with someone for a change. After isolating himself from others for so long, he almost forgot how good it felt to have someone by his side to simply listen, or just hold his hand. 

“I’d…love to, Alburn. R-really.”

Remmy's stammering voice ripped Alburn's attention back to reality. The Officer briefly grinned, somewhat teasingly. Who would've thought that he'd see such a side out of someone like 'Red-Eyed Maiden'? It was almost... well, cute if he had a lack of better wording for her behavior. He could see why the previous person who had stolen her heart must've dearly cared for her so. Then, she took his hand once again, and they were on their way again, swaying about this way and that to the beat of the slow music which started over the speakers. By the time it'd started, the Officer took notice of some more eyes were on the two. The ones he'd noticed in particular was the Police Chief's eyes, obviously full of jealousy that he was dancing with such an important guest. 

Then, his dark eyes focused back to Remmy's own when she placed her hand on his neck. Their faces were inches apart. he could feel her warm breath, tickling the tip of his lips. Immediately, Alburn found himself he was the one blushing out of embarrassment - not the other way around. Oh how the tables have turned. He wanted to back off, at least for a few more inches to not even to smell the fragrant perfume that she might've had on her. Whatever is that she had, the male felt his mind going blank - losing all forms of rationality. He had to escape, but the woman showed no signs of letting him go. Once again, she had him locked in her jaws and he was her prey. 

“I want you to know that I…" 

She began, Alburn's eyes blinked. What was he expecting? He tried to purge of whatever all idiotic ideas that floated into his mind. The male knew this wasn't exactly what he was expecting, but still - he couldn't help but feel his heart beating so fast that he could hear it overpowering the sound of music entering his ears. He couldn't breathe. His movements became rigid - almost as if he were in a state of rigor mortis. Alburn's body wasn't simply listening to him the way he wanted to. He almost wanted to yell at it to calm down. What was he, a school boy with a crush? He was a grown man. 

"What is it?" 

“I’m having a lot of fun, Alburn. I’m grateful. Thank you.”

Alburn felt all pressure being relieved of his body, but he couldn't find the right words to describe how he'd felt earlier. Was he feeling disappointed? It couldn't be. The male simply shrugged at this, trying to look as normally as he could. To look the most... Alburn-like to her as she always knew him, without looking like a complete, utter idiot in front of the Prime Minister of Legion. The lion had to be dignified. 

"Sure, anytime." Was all the words that was uttered out of his mouth after that. 

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Eventually, the dance came to a slow halt, and Alburn led the woman out of the circle to hopefully let her catch some breath. The dance had wore the two out more than he'd thought, more so than some of the personal training sessions that he'd put himself through. However, he had to admit - like Remmy, he also had a good time, and he wasn't exactly afraid to admit it. It was because of her he came down for this party, so he had to be thankful. 

"Do you need a drink?" He'd ask, trying not to sound too exhausted than he already was, "I'm pretty sure we've got everything that you can think of here." 

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