[Boone at least knows how to slow dance, because Carla was quite adamant that he learn. She'd wanted him to learn faster things too, but he always put it off. Maybe he shouldn't have, but he can't dwell on that right now.

He gives Lust a tiny smile as he leads her to the dance floor, outfitted in a black suit with red accents and a red shirt underneath to match his ever-present beret. The song is slow, and he leads her through it with one hand at her waist and another holding hers. Pointy is nearby, making sad noises. He misses his girlfriend. Boone sighs as he glances over at the Drapion.]

Feel pretty bad for him, you know. Wish I could cheer him up.