Sidor smiled, very slightly, watching Ariana twirl. It had been a long time since he had danced with anyone- and he was not a particularly good dancer. Something about his curse made him too preternaturally still for such graceful movements. He supposed inscrutable Haunts were not supposed to enjoy dancing.
"Dance with me, then," he said, in that awful, awful accent. "Unless you'd hate to break the trend."