Not to worry, he could pretend to be a gentleman. His hands wouldn't wander until he found out if she was receptive to him, and he was NOT getting any vibes of that nature.

Dio doesn't start with anything too technical, just moving quickly to keep up with the beat of the more modern music, giving a very strange feeling to the dance, but he kept it up nonetheless. His own motions betrayed the kind of person he was: sharp, decisive, elegant, and powerful. It was no wonder that Sabriel was wary of him.

"If only this place had parties where we could dance a little more slowly, hm?" He laughed a little at that. He wasn't usually interested in such parties, but it'd suit the image he was intending to paint of himself in this world.