She blinked, blue eyes watching him in mild confusion at his behavior. He truly was ever so shy. She'd been extremely shy too, once... Was he even more so than she had been? Her expression softened and she nodded her head, showing no unhappiness at the fact. "Yes, you're the first man i've ever danced with. Is that bad?" she tilted her head to one side, considering it for a moment as she continued to match his footsteps in the slow, careful dance. "After I grew up, I never had time for it. My father was always taking me with him to exorcise things or visit towns in need of the Church's help. And after that..." She shook her head. She'd always had strange powers, and it had eventually attracted attention. Her father had been murdered and somehow she'd ended up in the hands of the Japanese government, intent on using her for its own purpose.
Then Albert Simon had tried to kidnap her from them, only to be rescued from both by Yuri... Then she'd fought Albert Simon with him...and she'd died for Yuri. She truly had never had the time to dance. And part of her couldn't help but wonder... Would it have felt like this, to dance with Yuri? Her smile warmed even more, and inwardly she would have laughed. No, he wouldn't've been so patient and slow. He probably would've embarrassed her several times already, too. Dancing with Mr. Sunderland was...pleasant. Fun. Sweet. She was really enjoying herself.