Uh oh. Yes, Dorian would have problems with the 'special attention' Maria's private dancing would provide. When the wood nymph had leaned against him, it was the closest human contact he'd had in one hundred years, the last person having touched him being his...
"Okay, we'll do it my way." He held out his arms, carefully putting one hand at her waist and the other gingerly holding her hand. "We can just move, okay?"