"Oh there was nothing fun about tasing myself...though for a moment it was amusing to see how excited you were to fire that thing at me. Still your advise hasn't fallen on deaf ears, and I have been carefully considering a few hobbies that peaked my interest." He wasn't sure that juggling really counted as a hobby, but it always amused him when Bryan saw it done. However before he could give it much further thought her question of being afraid just drew out a soft sigh from the man. With the slight shake of his head Murphy turned his attention to her completely, inhaling and exhaling smoke slowly as he considered just what to say.
"It's not a matter of fear, or lacking rhythm. In truth I may have two left feet, but I did enjoy what little dancing I took part in over the years. It isn't a matter of fear either....just...well the last time I danced it was with my wife." His body was tough, and healed from any wound with ease, but that emotional heart of his was not quite so fortunate. Oh it had been a few years since his wife passed away, yet that ache...that void left with her death never really faded.
"Still I suppose it wouldn't hurt to at least give it a real shot. So if you are serious about the offer to teach, well I'd do my best to learn what I could.