Ronon looked out across the ocean as he cleaned his gun while sitting on the balcony of his quarters. He had decided that it would be best if he kept out of the way while Max was working with Lis - she had enough to deal with, especially with Finn, Callie, Molly and Alex hanging around. He was also sure that his daughter didn't want him staring while she learned.
He was glad, however, that Max was able to help Lis. If she hadn't been able to, it was quite possible that he might never have learned what was going on with her. And even if he did, he might never have been able to help her. He didn't know the first thing about dancing or parties.
His world had long been guns and running. Until his family had come along.
He was just finishing cleaning his gun when Max came out. Before he could ask how things were going, she was telling him that she had to teach him how to dance. Looking at her, he holstered his gun before extending his hand.
"Have we met? I'm Ronon Dex," he said. After a moment, he dropped his hand. "I don't dance, Max."
He then found himself looking at her before turning slightly to look into his quarters. He saw Lis peek out from the hallway before disappeared again.
"It's that important to her, isn't it?" he asked, looking at her from the corner of his eyes.