Just like the entirety of the evening - their whole date - the dance Zevran chose was perfect. Slow, pleasant, enjoyable, close, and one they could take their sweet time with both so Abel could learn it properly and to lengthen the time spent on their last dance of the evening. And when they finally tired themselves out from dancing - or at least once Abel had - all the taller blond wanted to do was curl up in the spacious, luxurious bed with his date wrapped snugly in his arms and sleep. He'd been right; this was the best date he'd ever been on, and easily his favorite.