"You didn't have to speak to me then, and you do not have to spend time in my company now," he snaps back. Uncharacteristically.

He also could walk away, and yet he doesn't. His feet keep moving in the steps of the dance, his gaze hard on the younger man, like he's a cadet trying to break his Captain's resolve.

Quite a pair they are, both their clothes in a sorry state and their glare obvious from across the dance floor.