Oh, she remembered those days out on the training fields well. While Norah was more known for her curse craftsmanship like her mother, her father had been a captain in the military for a very long time. He had served the military well and made sure his children were not incompetent either when it came to using a weapon. And while Norah chose that weapon of words lately, she could still swing a sword if you put one in her hands. "An evening alone with your thoughts sounds a bit more complicated than dancing with a Prowze." She teased.

Yet his next question had her laughing softly under her breath. "Ah, perhaps its because normally, men are too afraid of a witch like me." She flashed a wicked grin as they moved through a spin in the dance. She certainly wasn't some blushing. shy noblewoman that hid behind her fan and just hoped her feminine charm would get her far. "They don't quite know how to handle a powerful woman." She tightened her grip just a touch on him before she turned that question on him. "And what of you? Surely you don't have a shortage of ladies vying for your attention, Lord Delaney?"

Norah had to admit, she liked dancing with this Delaney. He clearly had paid attention growing up. And by the sounds of what he told her about not being married, the man was a perfectionist. That sounded awfully familiar to her. She had been raised to be just that. The perfect cursemaker, the dutiful daughter, the poised and witty witch. But there difference between her and Keir? Norah had finally learned to live for herself. “I think you look at this wrong then,” her tone was light and teasing. As he spun her out, she came back to him closer than before. Lingering because, well, he didn’t push her back and he certainly had a nice face to admire up close.

“Wouldnt that just be the next best challenge? Balancing a wife, relaxing,” she squeezed his arm a touch before his hand moved back to its proper place. “Being the best Delaney out there. We all know the best soldiers are Delaney’s as it is.” she laughed just a touch.

She almost tossed her head back and laughed. She was the distraction. Wasn’t that exactly what another Delaney had just done at another party? Grant had told her to be careful to not talk to his mother but was glad to be seen with her because… it looked like he was trying. Apparently she was a good pawn for that. She couldn’t blame them. She had a pleasant face, she came from a good name, and she was not some shy woman in the shadows. She could make a lot of men look good. “Yes, well, I am glad to assist in holding off mother’s and keeping you from… Keir-ing it up? Though a part of me would love to know and see this phenomenon.” she gracefully turned in his arms with the others. Her hand gently grazing his cheek with a sly smile before she was back into her appropriate place.

She wasn't surprised to hear him admit that she had a point. Of course she did, she knew that, that's why she had said it to him. She almost shrugged just a little with her shoulder until he asked his question. Her steps in the dance almost hesitated, though really only Keir would know that they had faltered under her by her having to make quick steps to fall back into line with him. She had made it that compelling that he actually was asking her for a date? She stared at him for a moment, catching herself back into step with him before their dance came to an end.

Her hands still rested on him as their steps slowed and she couldn't help herself. "You want to call on me? And not just for show?" She asked him, to make sure she heard him correctly. Her dark gaze locked onto his.

Her eyes searched him for a moment. For any sign that he was just joking with her or that he really didn’t mean it. But he seemed sincere. “The cook Delaney huh?” she ask with a smile. “I can’t miss out on a home cooked meal from Keir Delaney.” Norah stated, accepting his invitation.