"I enjoy dance as much as the next Sidhe." She replied. It's not a favor unless you make it contingent that it be one. Or she says thank you. Which she never ever says. She'll find some trifling thing to bother him with sometime. Mab's knowledge of dance generally makes it up to about 1955 at which point she did not pay attention enough anymore. She can do any dance style from before that although she is not fond of jazz.

"I shall do so." And with that dismissal she turns again to survey the crowd, her eyes seeking out the King and Queen but they've moved. Hmm.