"My guest?" Saang blinked, briefly confused on who it was he'd been expecting. He had, of course, invited Ianthe to join him but social outings were not among her things she enjoyed. Rather than pester after her company, Saang was reluctantly content to simply offer her another job instead. Ianthe rarely ever turned down work.
In looking about, his eyes nearly skated over her figure on the first pass, not expecting her in any capacity this evening, and then did a blinking double take as the blue beauty turned about with an unknown upon the dance floor. Wide was the breadth of his gaze and slack went his jaw as his eyes locked upon her figure in bewildered wonder.
"Dress," he pointed after her, completely missing the part where she'd ripped it. Ianthe was wearing a dress.
Ianthe was wearing a dress.
And she looked- "Beautiful..." Saang melted on the spot, eyes welling up in adoration of the sight before him. That she was dancing with another was not even registering in his mind.