[When she says there will be plenty of surprises waiting for him in the future, he believes it.

Tartaglia's arms wrap around her waist as she turns to face him, her thumb leaving a trail of affection across his cheek, feeling his skin prickle as he leans his head into her hand. A soft smile adorns his face, the blue of his eyes focused on her, the gesture pleasantly calming as they stand there admiring each other. It feels as if this moment in time hangs endlessly, completely captured by the brightness of her honeyed eyes, completely losing track of where he is or what they were even doing in the first place as she pulls him into a kiss.

The Harbinger doesn't even hear the clapping at first, realizing when she pulls away that people have been watching them, some for probably the entire time as they were dancing together. But it doesn't bother him, if anything, he grins back at their audience with a full, confident smile. In fact, that made it even better, reveling in their praise. His water mimics begin to dissipate one by one, pulling her back into him to let her back rest against his chest once more as he laughs.]

I don't mind. Actually, I'm quite flattered.

[He plants a kiss to the top of her head, before he gives their audience a little wave, giving the signal that they can disperse. The show is over for now.]

I didn't know you were such a good dancer. Maybe we should make a whole act out of it. What do you say?

[He asks, only part teasing, the serious side of it being that they were both good and they definitely could totally crash a show or two...]