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Sometimes she was very, very glad of her theater training and her self-control (no matter how many people doubted that she had any at all).

Misha did not betray the sudden dip his words caused in her stomach but only kept her pace beside him steady and her body close and warm to his. There was just something ever so slightly lost beneath his sentiment. It stepped in line with some of the other things he had previously said. Maybe she was reading too deeply. Maybe the Circe thing had left her more rattled than she thought.

She sighed just barely, soft and gentle, and tipped her head until it pressed more firmly against his arm stretched behind her neck. "I don't think I'll ever grow out of playing dress up," she admitted softly. "But I've never had to wear a uniform unless we're going to count the summer I worked at Wendy's. I guess it would be different."

His shift towards amusement and a return of affection put Misha more at ease and, as his hand stroked her hair, she snuggled into him with a more content sigh. "You can always come to me, Handsome," she murmured. "Day or night, rain or shine." Her free hand snaked around his waist. Their steps slipped further into an easy rhythm.

Whatever had bothered him enough to change his tone and stance earlier still existed. She had no doubt about that. However, now that he had moved past it to lighter concepts, she felt she had time to think on it, to examine it for a handle until she could help him. It relaxed her as well as it did him.

For now, they would focus on the party. She would distract him. Later would work for this problem. Smiling to herself, Misha squeezed Brian to her side. First... Party.