[ Not Schubert, but Chopin's Waltz in C Sharp Minor (although he preferred Chopin's prelude in D Minor "The Storm", but it was what it was - pleasant to his ears and danceable). Much better than Schubert, less militant and pompous than Strauss. Somewhat dreamy and detached, even.

He moves with the grace of a nobleman, further trained formally in Paris. Hannibal is a skilled lead, strong and entirely in control but somehow also soft in his direction, ever aware of any guiding touch and his balance in pressure suggesting a genuine respect and awe for the form and care of his dance partner. It was his pleasure to highlight the beauty of whatever woman he was dancing with, in this case, Sinthia.

Her voice in his head surprises him and almost throws him off. He says nothing, marveling in silence and focusing on finishing their dance. They are probably a difficult pair for any around to keep their eyes off of. When the dance is done he bows to her, his eyes never leaving hers, or blinking. Quietly, only for her to hear, Hannibal speaks. ] An unusual gift. I know I did not imagine your voice in my head. You had my curiosity before - now you have my full attention.