At her mention, he glances over towards her dancing with Niou and catches, disrupting the fluidity of his dancing. He makes only a feeble attempt to restart before simply giving up and coming to a halt.

What are they doing so tightly wrapped together? Lissa is oblivious, wrapped up in the thrill of whatever game Niou's sucked her into. But Niou. If Bunta didn't know better, he'd swear it looked like...

Whispers begin to spread like a wildfire through the crowd, hissing past the pounding in his ears.