(It's true, the best time to poison someone would be when their guard is completely down like at a ball like this... but that isn't necessary. There aren't any mock battles or competitions for them to worry about right now. And if he's being honest, he suspects the professor would be disappointed in him if he caused that sort of trouble here tonight. (It's interesting. He's never really cared for anyone's opinions about him before.) )

I suppose the Garreg Mach Ensemble is nothing compared to the symphonies in Enbarr.

(What was her troupe called again? Professor Manuela had been a part of it too... Mittelfrank?

She raises a brow and he only raises his own glass to take a sip, placing one hand on a table behind him and leaning back to watch the floor. It's only a matter of time before some etiquette professor or Lorenz comes over to scold him for practicing sitting on the table.

"Everything has a purpose and a table is not meant to be sit upon!" --Lorenz, probably

But no, it doesn't appear that he's here to ask her to dance. If anything, he only looks mildly interested in all of the dancing. Something like an outsider looking in. Someone pretending to not look affected. He hasn't shown much interest in anyone at school besides his professor who is now being spun around the floor by Hilda.

He sets his glass down and turns his attention back to Dorothea, grinning boyishly, that signature sparkle in his eye,)

I'm the same. If everyone keeps doing the same thing over and over, it gets boring. You'd almost think this was the only dance in Fodlan...

(Interestingly, no one seems to approach Dorothea while he's talking to her. Is it out of respect for the Riegan heir? Or wariness?)