Fiadh should be back with those berries any moment, Dimitri knows. They're not taking too many. It's going to be fine. They're going to stay mostly sober and have a good time. A few wouldn't hurt, right? Actually, should lactating mothers be drinking? Hm. Well--

Oh.

Dimitri's not stupid. She knows when people look at her like that, they want one thing. And had this been a few months ago, she might have said yes. Might have played along, even, been quite happy to. Older women are hot, and this one, with her battlescars and her vicious look, looks like a fun time. But what she and Fiadh have... it's not, like, serious, but. It would be wrong to do something like this without speaking to Fiadh first.

And so, Dimitri takes a step back and speaks as blandly as possible. "Ah, I already have a dance partner. She just went to grab us something." At the woman's sharp disappointment, Dimitri's eyes shift. There. Heading right back. "And here she is! I hope you find someone, though."