The music in Elliott's head shifted suddenly as a new rhythm filled him. The Rioter's March, he thought, excitement filling him. Lord Cairhaim was finally using his Allomancy. He smiled softly, listening to the man’s words, and flared his bronze, trying to define what exactly he was trying to make him feel. He didn’t have much practice with that, but had spent many hours with his brother in the last year, trying to get better at it. Still…

Nothing, he thought with frustration. There was something off with the pulse, something familiar, but he couldn’t exactly discover what. Maybe if he-

“They are quite fun in Luthadel,” Lady Anaya said, breaking his line of thought. “There is good food, music, and dancing.” Elliott felt his excitement slowly rising as he thought once again of the balls, imagining himself dancing with noblewomen, spinning as the music in his mind played to the rhythm of Lord Cairhaim’s Allomancy. What was the man doing? It didn’t matter; Elliott had to play along. He would just need to be careful with his emotions from now on.

“I can’t wait,” he said, smiling at Lady Anaya. “It will be wonderful to meet more people and get to dance. Do you-” he stopped, eyeing Lord Cairhaim. He had no choice, now. He kept his bronze flared, the familiar warmth filling his body, and spoke again, keeping his eyes on the eldest daughter. “Do you like to dance, Lady Anaya?”