"Hello, dearest," he murmurs back, a gentle endearment. The music is slow for the moment, his dance steps very much like a waltz, but the warmth between them and the gleam in his eyes is unmistakable.

"You know already, I think, why we've arranged this party." He cuts a graceful turn with her in his arms.

"I would not have him go unmourned. And I knew your heart had room for compassion. When he leaves, will you light a candle with me?"