“It's Captain,” her companion replies in a low, rumbling voice,
“And I do.”
She looks back at Larry, Curly and Mo and winks. “Go mingle,”
she tells them. “But stay close.” Turning back she says “Shall
we, Captain?” offering her arm.
They descend, arm in arm, to the edge of the dance floor. Her
captain studies the movement of the waltzing throng for a moment or
two before twirling Fiona into his arms and dances her into the
crowd. She's not surprised to discover he's a very good dancer,
leading and guiding in a gentle yet firm manner. As they swirl and
twirl their way into the heart of the dance she says “You have a
very stylish idea of 'lost,' Captain Bear.”
