It would be rude to say he'd had plenty of accomplished partners - the last woman he had escorted had been a dancer, after all. "The problem," he mused, "is quite possibly me. I tend to step all over my partner's toes." Which was true, unfortunately. Maybe if he did dance with Ari and broke her toe, she'd never ask him for a dance again.
He held the door open so that Alecta could enter before following her inside. This shop definitely had a nicer selection with better quality fabric. He was immediately drawn to a nice charcoal color coat. "Maybe gray."