"Yes dancing. You say that like you've forgotten how."
It was a difficult topic to breach, wasn't it? The question of what one did when their will was not their own... it was difficult enough to acknowledge the situation, let alone delve into the hows and whys. It was part of the reason why she was so determined to barge in on him like this, to pull him away from his routine and make it harder for him to withdraw.
It was part of the reason why she followed him when he moved, lingering at the edge of the booth, her small frame swaying slightly and sending her skirts shushing about her ankles. "That does not sound like light reading," she noted, an edge creeping into her tone with her observation. Humans gathering magical knowledge... she mistrusted such notions, with good reason, and knew that on some level he must too.
How could he not? But still, his confession about the witch resounded in her memory, and her lips puckered thoughtfully to the side.
One hand still absently entwined in her hair, her eyes lingered on the closed cover of the book that still rested back on the countertop before she brought them back to fix on him. "Would you, if I asked? Dance with me, I mean." Her smile turned impish.