Once more, Ivan's attention left the pages below to focus on Katerina who's distracted by them. She was close enough now that he could notice littler things about her; the small curve of her long eyelashes, how soft the skin of her eyelids looked. Her skin itself was milky and flawless, even in it's natural state as it is now-- there had been no makeup for the girls to use this morning. This close to her, he could even breathe in her scent, and he barely noticed it when his eyes closed for a moment to focus on it. Less than a second later, she seemed to find something displeasing on one particular page, turning that one page in the motion of wanting to leave it behind rather than to progress to the next one. Ivan opened his eyes again when the motion alerted him, not having noticed what that was about, but paying attention to the book again after that.
He smiled a little at her phrasing regarding the eventual elimination of personal space in some of these dances, and he turned his head to her, though it was probably more felt by her than seen, given their positioning. "Yes, I'm not quite sure how I feel about that one..." he said, slight humor, regarding the one labeled 'The Watusi'. That one looked like it would be reserved for the town crazies, more of a flailing of limbs than a dance--though, looking at some like that, he could imagine his ridiculous father fitting in seamlessly to those pictures. It reminded him that he should at least consider it a small blessing that of all of them who had 'appeared' here, or whatever the explanation was for what had happened, his father hadn't been among them.
Ivan noticed then that she had stopped turning pages, and he saw where it was she had stopped. He studied the image and then, the writing below it. There was a brief blurb on it's history, and then, the 'how-to', accompanied by a few more, smaller images. In comparison to some of the others, it definitely was one of the easier ones in the book. "Well..." he breathed, before he settled his hand on her shoulder that was between them. "Would you like to give it a try?" At that time Ivan asked her, it wasn't out of any desire to create a more intimate moment between them; his voice was friendly. Although there had been plenty of times he thought she could of noticed how he felt about her, he had never tried to purposely create something between them. She was, after all, an engaged woman, and regardless what his thoughts were to that engagement, he would never do anything strictly inappropriate (Dmitri was doing enough of that for both of them). Rather, all that he was thinking then was that it would just continue in the thread of getting her mind off the things that were troubling her right now.
He stood up from the bed then, before extending his hand to her in a more formal fashion to present his offer. The room they were in wasn't particularly large, but it was clean, with enough space on the floor to give them room to move around freely. He was actually a fairly good dancer--something of a necessity given how many events he attended that required knowing how-- as well as a fast learner; he'd made pretty quick mental note of how the dance was described below. But even if they didn't do it just right, that wasn't the point here.