"So basically you're going to take a tally of everyone here and keep a track record of who you've danced with and who you haven't."

A pause and then she grins, none the wiser to whatever is really lingering in his head. She can hazard a guess, but even she doesn't want to press him hard. Nida's in such a precarious situation and she understands that, perhaps more than any of their mutuals might. A fragile heart is a tricky thing, indeed.

"You're gonna set a record, I think. Pretty sure we should be awarding you something for that. A sash? A medal? A plaque, maybe. Or a trophy."