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Sebastian flashed a grin and kept the music in the same time. He didn't deviate from the current formula in any way at all, in fact - the dancing looked difficult. But it was so rewarding...

He turned his face back to the piano, smiling contentedly. It was the wine, it was the present, it was the music and the dancing. Of course the present he had received still haunted the corners of his mind, but it had enough company there with the rest of the taunts he had heard during his life.

Presently (ho, ho), he was not worrying about a single thing. Let devils worry.

Nico briefly considered worrying about dog breath and slobber, but was having too much fun to bother.

Sylvie watched the scene with great amusement, some bafflement, and a bit of envy at the sheer nerve. She herself just felt off-balance and out of place.

Sarina grinned at Baskerville's antics. The frog in the glass looked vaguely familiar ... she worried briefly about that - she'd been known to practice "amphibianization" on occassions as her temper often got the better of her, and it was one of the few spells she did really, really well - a little too well, perhaps.

"Toad Toddies and Dancing Dogs" she chuckled almost under her breath to Suitov. "Could this party get any better?"

"Only if you too would care to dance," he said, with a small chuckle to take the edge off the glibness.

"Lead on, McSuitov"

"Full merrily," Sebastian chuckled and continued playing even though the novelty of playing again had worn off. He knew why, of course.

His repertoire was (to him) disturbingly cheerful.

Suitov turned out to be, all told, a lot less likely than his pet to stumble or knock things over with a wag.

Four-four time, three daft mages, two couples dancing, and a half-elf in a pear tree?