"I just worry I overdid it with the lace," Samantha admitted softly, fussing with the lay of her skirt for a moment. "But thank you, Mr. Zabini. Your reassurance helps greatly." It really did. Samantha looked a touch more confident in herself, holding herself in a bit more of a dignified manner (if such a thing was possible).

If it weren't someone she knew so well, perhaps she wouldn't dare to comment. But given that she'd known Mr. Nicodemus Zabini for so long, she felt confident being a touch daring. "You know — I've not seen you on the dance floor yet tonight. Feeling a touch nervous?" She kept her tone concerned, yet light, not too deeply inquisitive. He could easily brush her off if he didn't want to answer.