The teen smiled back sheepishly and glanced away at Metatron for a second, then looked back. There was a way out of this; it wasn't like there was some rule bounding him to this ritualized duty. No, no, Mitch knew that he had to ask. There was no way around it, unless he wanted to fail at this masquerade-dance-thingy.
"Well, y'know, Dorian taught me some solo dance moves a while back... But not the, whatchacallit, the waltz..." He shrugged helplessly. "So could ya help me with a two-partner dance?"