Don't believe in no-win scenarios

As if she didn't choose those examples on purpose. Felix should know better by now. Even her teenage self was this subtly forward when she was unexpectedly changed for a day.

The question makes her grin. "All right. Show me your moves, married man." Letting go of Felix's hand briefly, Amelia claps to get the attention of the bards and points upwards several times. The head bard seems concerned, but quickly works to get the band of musicians up to a new tempo. It takes several gestures from Amelia to get the tempo fast enough for the rogue's taste, but eventually she turns to Felix with a grin that all but stretches from ear to ear as all of the other party goers groan, laugh, and pant with exertion from this change in tempo.

"Fast enough for you?" she asks, her voice on just this side of breathless. It's a quick enough pace that Amelia definitely has to work to keep her footwork as on point as it has been up until the change of tempo. Aside from the slight hitch to her breath and beginnings of sweat on her brow, though, it's hardly noticeable that she's trying very hard. "I can take us higher if you really want."