"Who the fuck's Honna?" he asked her in between a few box steps to the left. Normally he'd never speak that way to a woman, but she was after all a soldier.
Of course he normally didn't dance with soldiers either.
He danced the way you would if you had been forced to learn it. He had very little passion for dancing itself, but of course a few bottles of wine charmed his mood like a sorceress.
"Watch this," he said, and dipped her. Very suddenly.