Excellent idea, we wouldn't want to lose each other in the crowd!

[ He takes her hand and laces their fingers together. His hand is soft and cool, his fingers long and tapered, and he's comfortable with the gesture - there'd been nothing sweeter, back home, then walking hand in hand with his wife.

He very deliberately doesn't think of what C.C would say if she could see him now.

Instead he pulls Belladonna through the crowd, his horn-heels clicking on the dancefloor as he weaves them through. He's moving too fast - in part to keep her too off-balance to be distracted by others, in part because he doesn't want anyone else claiming that chair before they both get there - but they make it without losing their chosen spot. Turning back to her, he swoops her a little bow, the relic of another lifetime, and kisses the back of her knuckles ]

Forgive me, I didn't realise it was so narrow! Would you... perhaps if I sit, you could perch on me? I promise I'm a gentleman.

[ He's already lowering himself into the seat, hitting her with a bashful schoolboy stare that he hopes will charm her into playing along ]