[Nuadha does not have Baldr's subtlety. He stops in his tracks just inside the doorway, staring as soon as he catches sight of what Felix is wearing. Respectfully, certainly. And also transfixed. He presses a fist against his mouth as he tries to keep his expression under control, but there's nothing much he can do about the surprised, pleased blush creeping up his cheeks.]
Ah. Would this be what you performed for that dance competition?
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Ah. Would this be what you performed for that dance competition?