"No, it's not that. It's..for your own safety. I can't dance, I've only just manage to get the hang of walking." The look on Percy's face was the worst and Katie used her hands to try and emphasise her point as she often did when she was agitated.
"I can't dance. It's sort of like putting a giraffe on an ice rink - I'm all legs and elbows and the one time a boy asked me to dance at H..school, I ended up standing on his toes and nearly giving him a black eye in the process. It's not a good sight."
Shifting she met the eyes of the taxi driver and gave him a polite smile. "I want you to know what you're getting in with by asking me to dance. I..I'm horribly uncoordinated."