"I haven't met him myself, but I hear he does like to cause a ruckus now and again," she said, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "I mean, I understand both sides, but you know how our pantheon likes to kick up a fuss."
She raised an eyebrow at his reaction, stifling a laugh. "I said I was curious, I didn't say you had to put them back on," she said. "Just take them with you when you leave, the last thing I need is to perpetuate the myth that dancers are sluts."
She crossed to the boombox and started fiddling with the buttons. "Here, you might like this one," she told him, changing the track to the Waltz of the Flowers. She sketched a couple of the basic steps where she stood, watching his face to gauge his reaction to the new piece.