At the mention of the memory, Grey smiles against Cinna's temple, his mind reminding him of the evening. Yes, they had been dressed differently than everyone else, but that had never bothered him. The only time he's cared is when he first arrived, filthy and stinking of human suffering that he'd thought to care of the impression he'd made. He'd been reminded again when the train car had shown up.

But now, here, they are clean and if anything, Grey smells of Cinna - never a problem. They sway together and he nods; he remembers, spelling a word on Cinna's back, not that he expects his lover to be able to decipher that. P-O-O-L.

But he remembers. That was a good night. They went back to their room later and Grey stretched out on the bed and felt Cinna against him.

It's that after-dancing memory that makes him shiver, pressing closer.