She drifted away from him while he was lost in envisioning her supposed interest in him.
A tall gentleman across the room caught her eye. It wasn't his looks. Kami knew she could have suffered Wickham if that was what mattered to her, no, it was the contrast between his stoic, bored expression and the laughter in his eyes. He almost reminded her of an early Sesshoumaru.
She glanced over at her erstwhile companion at the thought. His look of boredom was fading into obvious disgust. She caught his eye as the music for the next dance started up. He broke away from his entourage and took up her hand, much to the jealousy of the other ladies and to the amusement of Kagome.
"How do you stand this constant posturing?" he murmured as he led her through the steps.
She smiled at him "By bringing in my femine whiles of course" he scowled at her. "At which point I can escape them because their brain has gone into overdrive."
"Such language from a lady in search of a situation" he smirked at her. She laughed and tossed her head, but before she could respond the dance had ended and the brooding stranger with the mocking eyes had approached.