"Your loss," Lambert shrugs. Being the taller one, it's automatic for him to assume the position to lead, though Syrlya is naturally welcome to fight him for it.

Whoever ends up leading, as soon as they're among the other dancers, he's going to speak up. "You really think we can leave after this?"

There's no worry in his voice, or obvious tension. He's just asking a question, like it's something he's been thinking about.