He was surprised that Samara bought the lie. He was sure other soldiers were supposed to know when another was lying. Perhaps, she didn't have to energy to try to guess if he was lying or not. Either way, he'd take it as a win.

The only thing that interested him was Elvis Presley and that was just because it was not Nickelback. He wasn't really that huge of a fan of any of the artists that was given. He just knew that reaching a radio station in this weather would be nearly impossible.

"Something tells me they're Americans trying to fit in with Canadians. I mean, only an American would have a music selection like this," He shook his head but then realized there was an American in the room,"Whoops sorry, no offense I mean."

He watched as she picked up the Elvis Presley CD. At least it was Elvis Presley and not Avril Lavigne. The CDs were old CDs and he would rather not listen to a girl make punk rock songs out of past breakups or hear about her sing depressing songs while they were stuck in a blizzard.

"Sure, anything is better than listening to that wind," He took the CD out of Samara's hands and popped it into the radio. He turned the radio on and turned it up to a reasonable volume. It had been turned down all the way.

Fabian watched Samara as she twirled in the room, he couldn't help but smile. He didn't care for music all too much. Well it wasn't that he didn't care, he just hadn't had much time for listening to music or dancing.

He watched as she twirled to the middle of the room, staying put and watching with curious eyes. He wondered if she was much of a singer or dancer. If she was, then this night was about to be interesting.

"Do you dance or anything? Or are you more of a sidelines listener?"

He didnt know the answer to that, embarrassingly enough. But he did want to have a little fun, to have the same energy as her. It made the time go faster, doing productive things and having a bit of fun. He might as well since they were going to be here a while.

"Take my hand and find out," He smirked and outstretched his hand for her.

He was a bit nervous about this. He hadn't danced in front or with anyone at all. Not even his dad. He had never done anything like this. But...he wasn't going to spend their time here regretting he did.

Fabian surprised himself in saying yes. He wasn't sure if he knew how to dance with somebody. He remembered learning how to partner dance in high school though. He felt his hand be taken and she guided him into the middle of the room.

"Show me watcha got baby," She giggled as she drew closer. He let her draw closer and gently pulled her even closer so their oldies were touching. He didn't remember if he was doing that but to parter dance, having less space was preferred.

He didn't want to admit that he didn't know what he was doing, especially since he came off a little arrogant and playful.

He just began dancing with hr, moving to the beat and making sure to not hesitate for a moment. He hoped he was doing everything okay.

"You're actually pretty good at this."

He heard her comment and gave a small smirk, taking up a little bit of arrogance,"Of course I am, honey." He teased, spinning her and then bringing her back close to his body.

The song switched to a different one that was more equipped for slow dancing so he slowed down the pace, paying attention to the beats. He did know both songs, Elvis had very popular music. Especially these two songs. He just hadn't heard them for quite a while.

He slowed down and tugged her a bit closer, slipping his arms around her waist. He pulled her in and held her close. He made sure to keep his hands from dipping too low, making sure that every touch he made was appropriate and respectful.

He heard her humming and smiled as she moved her head against his shoulder. He felt her breath on his neck and continued to sway to the beat. Dancing with Samara was fun, he couldn't remember the last time he had this much fun.

He felt her head shift and looked down to see Samara studying him. He gave a smile and moved one of his hands to tuck a strand of lose hair from her face.

"Hi," He whispered to her as he did so.

As the music changed, so did their dancing. Somehow their dancing turned more intimate and Fabian was surprised to find himself enjoying it. He hadn't expected to enjoy something like this, he hadn't done anything like this with anyone. Truth be told, he hadn't even held hands with someone of the opposite sex before. Relationships was something that he hadn't really experienced in his life. He joined the military at a young age and took his work very seriously.

But being here, right now, with Samara was starting feel different. He was happy and enjoying the closeness and warmth their bodies Close together. Everything about this felt nice and right in every way. For a moment, Fabian forgot he was dancing with the enemy. Right now, he could forget about everything as stay like this forever.

The feeing of her fingertips against his neck sent a rise of goosebumps to it. He couldn't help but blush at how nice it felt, her soft fingers against his skin. He couldn't help but notice the slightest tint of pink to her cheeks.

"Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed," He decided to tease back, recalling earlier when she asked him the same question. He even mimicked the gesture and ran his thumb against her cheek.