" I looked to Rei, wondering if his vague answer to Betsy meant he might let me slip away downstairs, but A’isha had once again engaged him, hooking one of the many melos scarves she wore around his waist in an attempt to draw him into the dance.
The crow looked at it with shock. A’isha plucked the scarf away with a flourish.
“No need to be shy, little crow,” A’isha said. “If the gods didn’t want people to admire you, they wouldn’t have made you so stunning.”
I got to see Rei flush for the first time, blood creeping into his tanned skin. A’isha flipped her scarf around his neck.
“One dance,” A’isha implored. “I’m sure Zane would go elsewhere; you would be performing only for the nest.”
“I’m sure Zane would,” Rei said dryly, glancing at me.
I shrugged.
“What is your lady friend going to think, if she hears you are learning to dance but are ashamed to perform?” A’isha goaded the crow.
“One dance,” Rei said, relenting. “And only because I know you’ll never forgive me if I don’t take my opportunity to make a public fool of myself.” He turned to me. “You get out of here and thank A’isha for giving me an excuse to leave you alone.”
I would indeed. "

― Amelia Atwater-Rhodes , Snakecharm (The Kiesha'ra, #2)