Still decent?

Mallory felt her heart skip at Hadeon's response, the intensity of his gaze unflinching as he looked at her. A flush crept up her neck, settling warmly in her cheeks. Yet, as smoothly as words had passed between them, he turned his attention to those twirling on the dance floor, as if he hadn't just spoken the words that left her spellbound.

Realising she had been openly staring, Mallory quickly redirected her gaze to the dancers, giving her thoughts a chaotic whirl thanks to him.

"Lord Hadeon! How splendid to witness your striking presence at this year's Hallow!" A middle-aged couple approached, offering a deep, reverent bow.

"Will you be sitting out this year from the dance as well?" the woman inquired with a knowing look. Turning to Mallory, she continued, "Lord Hadeon seems to shy away from dancing. None have seen him escort a lady onto the floor. I was certain Reagan would change that, but it appears I was mistaken."