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[He lifts his brows once to acknowledge it but then settles his expression soon after. One deep breath at Neve's side. Two. He purposefully tells himself to relax his jaw and plaster on his best well practiced mannered smile. Every part the lordling he was raised to be, freshly shaved and hair styled. His posture perfect as he is lead by Neve along the outer edge of the dance floor in no hurry to go any which way.]

It's a good thing we've been practicing. Shockingly, my upbringing did not include Tevene formal dancing, but it was easy to learn.

[Stiff he means, compared to what he's already been taught. Though it did make the going easier. Jim has still ensured he took the time to practice in the time he had to prepare for this event.]

Do we need to worry about poison in the wine? I'm resistant to such things but I wouldn't wanna spoil Your evening.

[A quiet murmur that's not even Half tease. It is a little, but only a little. Jim doesn't look at the couple Neve's describing right away. Better not to be obvious. Rather, he makes a show of reaching up to pat the back of her hand where it grips his other arm and gestures for her to lead them on.]

On it. Spotted a couple individuals doubletaking at us so far, but it looks just to be envy for the moment. None of the Help have so much as lifted their gazes to us, so no one's ordered anything rash that I can tell.

[His murmur is just as quiet as her own is, covered by the placid, handsome smile he keeps on his face to bely nothing of what they speak of.]