He likes that sound from her. He feels that it's been far too long since he's heard Luci laugh. It's perfect and he grins at her, a feril thing. She meshes with him perfectly. She moves so well it's like dancing with fire. Warm and inviting, but when too close so hot he'll burn. He wants to burn and he wants her to burn as well. They can both blaze hot with glory, their light drawing eyes to them when they move.

He laughs as well, wondering rather the same thing. "I learned when I was young. For society functions. Believe it or not, once upon a time I was a spoiled little rich boy and had to learn all sorts of bullshit to make the family look good. Like waltzing. I got so bored with it and my oldest brother noticed it so he got me a dance instructor for the Tango. She came to the castle every Friday." Another laugh and leans close to whisper into her ear. "The wonders of the things you have to learn when your Mafia..."

....where the hell had that come from? But it's just there and everything makes sense suddenly. Why he remembers killing and why he had those lessons and everything else.