Ronon sighed and looked down at his gun. "I'm going to end up stepping on her toes," he told her. "Probably embarrass her too."
He was torn. He knew this was important to Lis, and he wanted to do what he could to help her because she was his daughter. He had promised to be her father and help her however she needed it. But dancing. It was just...not him.
Of course, there had been a time when he had thought marriage and family wasn't him either.
When Max offered to let him take her to the shooting range if he let her teach him how to dance, he looked up at her, his eyebrows arching up his forehead. He remembered what she had said about her father being unable to teach her.
"You would do that? Just to make sure I know how to dance at my daughter's party?" He shook his head in amazement. Max really was something else. Something...wonderful.
"All right," he said, setting his gun down in front of her. "You have a deal."