Jack's hand slipped deftly around Reinette's waist. Not a tight hold, but a decisive one. He turned her hand gently in his own and it made it only too clear that he was the one leading. At least in the dance. And at least outwardly.

"Oh but you did," he said in little more than a whisper, head inclined in to speak it into her ear as though it were some great secret.

"So tell me," he said, continuing in the same tone, "all these people, do even half of them know how to have a little fun? I'm guessing not."