[Well, stick around, Taako. Dorian is full of nothing but this sort of babble. He chuckles, his laughter a deep sound, rich, and it brought a shine to his eyes.]

A string quartet? What sort of innocent dancing are you hoping for, Taako? [His tongue darts across his lips in a slightly suggestive fashion, none of the playfulness leaving his expression.] Surely there must be somewhere with a rythem. I want to dance, not imagine myself at some sort of tight-assed Orlesian soiree. There are far too few masks about and not near enough assassination.

[And he looks to Taako eagerly.] I've been told this place has "dance clubs", but I haven't had the chance. You've been here longer than I have. Surprise me and I promise you will not be disappointed.