Cyrin was tapping his foot lightly, debating getting up and dancing. He knew he wouldn’t look like a fool, but still. He wondered why he even decided to come to the party, he never went to parties. They were fun, yes, but the music, all he would do at them would be dance, and he spent plenty of time dancing already.
He casts his gaze about, quiet and staying in one spot, but he could feel it coming. The urge to dance every time he heard music.