Andraste Herself wouldn't sound so sweet to him as that laugh, even were she to step from the Maker's side to sing specifically to Anders. Alaric's smile was starlight on a dark and otherwise lonely night, bright and beautiful and entrancing, but a way to navigate from the darkness that threatened to overwhelm. For a moment, his breath is taken and his expression is soft and so full of...everything, until he can find his voice again. "Am I? Needy and in your space for attention? Or do you mean light on my feet?" Because both were possibly true.

He changes the dance, something to allow him to pull Alaric closer, a hand on his hip and shoulder, as he kept their steps even, forward two, back three, forward three but at an angle to turn, back two, repeat.