[ she wouldn't, and, secretly, he doesn't actually mind it all that much. Whenever she gives him attention - especially positive attention - he's over the moon. Of course, because it means his villainous charms are working! (And she likes him! She must like him at least a little.)
Somehow, he didn't see this coming. Maybe part of him wished it was coming, but, as he often does, he assumed that would never happen, and that he'd be left to wallflower, admiring her dancing from the sidelines, being jealous of whatever human prince-types got to dance with her. Even when she asked him if he knew how to dance, Maou figured she was just making conversation. But no. This is real. She's holding out her hand for him to take.
And he wants to just grab onto it and never let go, to be quite honest, but he freezes up. ]
I... R-really? [ he squeaks, lamely, before adding: ] -- W-wouldn't that be conspicuous?! I mean, the princess's dance partner would be noticed, and...
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Somehow, he didn't see this coming. Maybe part of him wished it was coming, but, as he often does, he assumed that would never happen, and that he'd be left to wallflower, admiring her dancing from the sidelines, being jealous of whatever human prince-types got to dance with her. Even when she asked him if he knew how to dance, Maou figured she was just making conversation. But no. This is real. She's holding out her hand for him to take.
And he wants to just grab onto it and never let go, to be quite honest, but he freezes up. ]
I... R-really? [ he squeaks, lamely, before adding: ] -- W-wouldn't that be conspicuous?! I mean, the princess's dance partner would be noticed, and...
[ trailing off nervously. ]