"Wow, you're just all hands, aren't you?" she asked with a little laugh. "Why can't the teenage male dancers be like you, I can hardly convince them to touch their partners, let alone try anything else. It's like they think the girls are made of glass. When in reality they could probably kill someone with a pointe shoe." She sighed and pushed a few strands of hair that had fallen out of her bun away from her face.
"You don't talk much, do you?" she asked softly, not moving from her spot. "Just listen. And touch. People could learn from you."