Monty hums, finishing the last of his own drink in a few quick gulps on the way. It gives him a brief brain freeze that hardly registers with the alcohol hitting him, and he stops near the outskirts of the dancing crowd in order to not get sucked in a separated in the throng of bodies. Sometimes he forgets how much he tells her. He can't remember specifically referring to Eton by name, but he must have, at some point.

(He does know that he never told her why he got expelled from Eton, for participating in inappropriate relations with some of the other students. A routine thing in a co-ed boarding school, but means for expulsion in an all-boys. Means for expulsion and his father knocking the hell out of him.)

"You'd be surprised what we can get up to in those fancy private schools." His hand drops to her waist, sliding to her lower back to pull her in closer to him. He'd be lying if he said he weren't surprised when she picks up a rhythm easily, and they're dancing wonderfully close together to the thrumming beat of the music. She's always surprising him, a pretty girl from sunny Georgia who isn't near as sheltered as television stereotypes led him to believe.

She grins at him, and it's enough to make him tip his head back and laugh, the sound barely carrying over the music. Suddenly, he's glad he thought to invite her, because he can't think of anyone else he'd rather dance with right now. (Other than Percy, but that goes without saying.)