[ She'd offer Waffles a bit of her fruit tart but Blaise is currently prowling her side of the table, keeping her from reaching out towards the other animas or the other way around. Davina laughs amusedly, scooping him away when the cat tries to take a swipe at his nose.

Stop it, cat. Let's not make enemies right off the bat. ]

I'm guessing you like dancing, then. [ His enthusiasm is very contagious since earlier, finding herself easily swept away by his pace. And she doesn't really mind it, as she thinks he's quite an interesting person. ]

I'd invite you but I have two left feet. [ Davina takes a sip of her mead, looking across the tavern. She lifts her chin a little, smiling. ] But those girls over there seem interested.