"Oh, but I think you are the most perfect size," he murmurs and relaxes his own guiding hold on her, giving a nod with the lightest of grins on his faces now. It's odd to see Darcy looking so formal, her hair different, her face, her dress. But it's not a bad different. Not at all.

She's getting the hang of it though, and Ezio has to guide her less and less. It makes him a little proud as he slowly brings her back, a little further into the dancing gowns and suits. Not too far in, but just so she can see how they fit into the puzzle of the people keeping to themselves, their units of two, spins timed slowly, as if moving as one body. "You have it, see?"