the stag prince leans down, bending his spine as though he isn't the one with absolute power here, offering one black leather-clad hand out to Jake. "may i have this dance?" jake stares, and for one impossible moment, the rest of the room falls away, forgetting every second of his experience with the court. no, the only things that exist are him and this powerful stranger offering up his hand to him, still and expectant. despite his tales of cruelty and mayhem, jake doesn't doubt for a second that this is freely his choice to make, somehow not intimidated at all. he swallows, pushing a bit of his hair behind his ear. "i... yes, it would be my pleasure."