Oh, man. That crappy pop music. Everyone hated that.

When he did manage to stop since the music was no longer fitting the action, she simply watched him for a few moments longer, as if to gauge his reaction. Had he been too awkward? She couldn't have blamed him. He certainly could have used the practise and she doubted it was going to be something he'd enjoy.

"I think you show potential," she commented as she drew up her hands to straighten out the collar to his tuxedo suit. "If you'd like to do so again, let me know. I can help." Then she tipped her head and eyed his feet, "Actually, you're very light on your feet. That's important. Dancing with me isn't too different from fighting with a sword, even a smaller one. You've got more of a chance to learn it than someone who doesn't already have that lighter movement to their advantage."