[Dorian can tell that his companion is more taken with his magic than the actual dancing, only half-heartedly paying attention while Dorian minds the actual steps...and his own feet. He's not put off, however, he's perfectly fine with anyone impressed by his magic...it is impressive and his barrier could definitely stand up to more than just glitter bombs.]

If our hosts have any sort of taste it should be a simple enough undertaking.

[Dorian wouldn't actually recommend stealing from them...but borrowing might be a better substitute, either way he couldn't see the use that spider-people would have for silk scarves, but there's no harm in an open mind.

Sensing the other man's distraction Dorian dips him, though whether that's to bring his attention back or distract him with a new angle as more glitter bombs explode against the barrier over the mage's shoulder is entirely up to speculation.]

You've never been inside of a brothel have you? [Dorian teases, hauling the man back up with another step, step, spin] No, they don't teach waltzes...it's a bit more exotic.