"Greta." Iman smiles, slow and pleased. "How lovely. Just like you."

She holds her a little closer, lacing their fingers together. "In public? Wouldn't dream of it." She takes a step and pivots slightly, leading Greta along. "I assure you, my lady, your royal secrets are quite safe with me."

Been a while since she danced, but it seems to come natural enough, though she's less graceful than the Queen. "I should thank you for doing me the honor," she remarks.