[The current song comes to an end. Paul sweeps into a bow with a touch of flourish, face faintly flushed from the exertion and the heat of this many bodies in close proximity.]
Protect my ancestral dances, of course. I'd never do anything nefarious to a guest.
[He's teasing, but there's a note of truth in it. The Atreides have more reason than most to adhere to the law of hospitality. They have enough ill-luck as it is.]
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Protect my ancestral dances, of course. I'd never do anything nefarious to a guest.
[He's teasing, but there's a note of truth in it. The Atreides have more reason than most to adhere to the law of hospitality. They have enough ill-luck as it is.]
Thank you for the dance, my lady.