Reyux
Even if there was some toe-stepping, Hux wouldn't have minded. He had meant it when he told Rey he'd never make fun of her. He also meant it when he claimed he might like it. Pain flicked quite a few switches in his brain and was a surefire way to get him worked up. In a good way.
"I don't, no. Not dancing lessons, anyway. You're the first." Though he certainly didn't dance often, it was clear he knew what he was doing. His posture was eternally proper; his back straight and his movements smooth, even if he was a little distracted. "Seems you don't really require lessons, though. You're a natural."
For someone who thought of herself as a novice, Rey really did appear to be picking up on what to do rather quickly. Then again, Hux knew that Rey was a skilled fighter. And fighting and dancing both required calculated moves. However, Hux wasn't really focused so much on Rey's skill level as he was her eyes and how they kept dipping to his lips. Maybe he wasn't the only one who was sidetracked.
"Rey? Do you still dislike me?" The question was abrupt, but still softly spoken. And once again, he anticipated an honest answer. Because he should probably shut down the idea that there might be some sort of unspoken attraction between them if she did still hate him.