"Get him for you then," Drusilla decided logically enough. She could watch, seemed fair. Spike watched a lot. Usually with a pissed off look on his face, but still.

Nicolas kept his violin out, not quite sure why. He didn't feel like ending this yet. Sure, he might be feeling hot and kind of drained after all this, but strangely exhilarated at the same time. He turned to Spike when he actually said his name, his own expression softening. Not the time for a proper reunion, if there would ever be one, but his eyes landed on the plectrum around Spike's neck anyway. It must have fallen out during their performance. He resisted the urge to grab it and use it to pull him forward. "I've music in my head too. We'll dance perfectly."

He trailed his fingers along his violin, finally finding it in himself to pack the instrument away. "Am I going to get punched for dancing with her?" Seemed like a fair question.