Max let out a small sigh, and slumped in her chair. She knew Ronon wouldn't want to do this. She would never understand why some men were so afraid of learning how to dance. Didn't they know women loved men who could dance? With another sigh, she looked down at it, and perked an eyebrow before looking at him again.
"Ronon," she sighed before he glanced inside. When he asked his question, she nodded. "She was supposed to ask you herself, but I guess she forgot. But, yes, it's very important to her. It's a three minute dance, shorter if someone asks to cut in. And it's easy to learn, and it's a lot like stick fighting...except you do it to music."
Max gave him a smile, knowing she had to sweeten the deal a little for him. Part of her knew he would do it for Lis because over the last few months, she had seen how much he loved his kids. But still, Max figured it wouldn't hurt to offer him something in return.
"I tell you what," she said as she looked over at him. "If you let me teach you how to dance, I'll finally let you take me to the shooting range." She looked at him with her blue eyes, and gave him a sweet smile. "Please?"