[Always thinking of the gentlemanly thing to do, aren't you Ivan?]
Oh you wouldn't have a choice with mine. He'd be stuck to my side, I'm sure of it, if he were here. He wouldn't let me out of his sight. [Probably for reasons completely unrelated to Ivan, but nevertheless... Elizabeth can't see Booker taking too kindly to Ivan. ...or anyone, really.]
[But yes, dancing. She loves dancing, even if she hadn't gotten to do much at all before Rapture. Elizabeth puts her elbows on the desk and rests her head on her folded hands.] Oh, if it's for the Emperor, it must be so grand. Ballgowns and long gloves and lavish decorations... [It's probably nothing like the image Elizabeth is painting in her mind, but it's giving her a lot of pleasure to imagine anyway.] It must be a beautiful evening.
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Oh you wouldn't have a choice with mine. He'd be stuck to my side, I'm sure of it, if he were here. He wouldn't let me out of his sight. [Probably for reasons completely unrelated to Ivan, but nevertheless... Elizabeth can't see Booker taking too kindly to Ivan. ...or anyone, really.]
[But yes, dancing. She loves dancing, even if she hadn't gotten to do much at all before Rapture. Elizabeth puts her elbows on the desk and rests her head on her folded hands.] Oh, if it's for the Emperor, it must be so grand. Ballgowns and long gloves and lavish decorations... [It's probably nothing like the image Elizabeth is painting in her mind, but it's giving her a lot of pleasure to imagine anyway.] It must be a beautiful evening.