"Always," Liliana said, her smile soft as her eyes in this moment. Much like the lazy day and the trip itself, nothing about this request struck her as amiss or out of left field. They danced together often, sometimes with musical accompaniment, other times simply in lieu of walking. One didn't need a reason to dance, any more than one needed a reason to play countless, inscrutable games; it was done for the love of it and nothing more.

Love. They'd finally allowed themselves to admit to the emotion a little over a year ago and since they had (and, truly, even before then, though they'd done their best to pretend otherwise), it had provided a steady beat for their footsteps to follow throughout their every dance and every day.

Her chill fingers found his warm ones as she moved into position against him, her other hand letting go at the same time to glide up his arm and rest against his shoulder. She tilted her head, resting her forehead against his temple, lips brushing against the scarred skin of his cheek. "Though I will admit you're going to have to talk fast if you expect me to believe your idea of a perfect evening doesn't involve Ebony," she murmured with the softest breath of a laugh as they fell immediately, perfectly, into the rhythm of the song.

And, of course, one another.