Congratulations, Dimitri. You've officially surprised her twice in the same night. A soft gasp escapes her as she's swept off her feet, literally, before that same breath dissolves into a laugh that nothing could have pulled from her before life in the monastery. Before Dimitri.

Still laughing when he finally sets her down, Byleth reaches up to brush his hair back from his face. "I want to hear you laugh like this again," she tells him softly. As often as possible, she doesn't have to say.

It'd be all too easy to stay out here with Dimitri for the rest of the night, keeping him to herself, and for a moment, Byleth's tempted to. When the music from the ballroom drifts out to them again, a livelier tune than before, she knows that for now, she has to let Dimitri return to the people. Both of them do.

Byleth turns toward the music, then takes his hand in hers. "We should go back..."

That Dimitri could easily pick out her reluctance now, when she was so difficult to read in the beginning, says a lot.