“Me stepping on your toes? That’s rich, Doe. Really. We both know that you’re the one that’s going to be stomping all over my feet, and you just don’t want to stub your toes on my shoes.” It was probably the truth. She had a tendency to be a little less than steady on her feet, especially when she’d had a drink or two. Sirius had spent many a night catching her from falling into a stray bush or toppling into fences. He didn’t mind the task. It was nice to have that human connection. Sometimes the little things like making sure she didn’t scrape up her shins were what made his night better.
So, as he spun her around, he made sure to hold onto her hand so that he wouldn’t unbalance her entirely. It was with those first few steps that he really let things go for the moment. Instead, he let himself get caught up in the sound of her laughter, the curve of her smile, and the gentle touch of her fingers as she brushed his hair out of his eyes. A lot of people were afraid to touch him these days, it seemed. They would give him a pat on the back, a handshake, the occasional hug. Dorcas did these little things, like sweeping his hair out of his eyes or ridding him of his shoes. It made him feel more like he was fit for society, like those little moments brought back pieces of him that he’d lost. It was healing, the moments that he spent with her. And as she stepped on his feet, he laughed without reservation, a slightly bark-like sound that bubbled past his lips.
Her challenge was one that he accepted with a quirk of his brow, “You do realize I was raised to be the utmost gentleman, debonair and finely educated in all things proper,” he said the words in a lofty tone, as though he were the Pureblood that his parents had always wanted him to be, but his expression was clearly mocking, set in a ridiculous melodramatic way that gave way to his ruse. Even still, he held her close, leading her along in a few proper steps that were concise and ingrained in him, even though it had been years since he’d danced in such a refined way. He grinned, “Trust me?” Sirius’ movements were smooth as he twisted his hands crossing over her head to pull her into a dancer’s cuddle. He gave her a little spin out, smiling broadly as he brought her in again, bracing her back and holding her hand as he dipped her low. He held her there a moment, “I am very impressive. You should know better than to doubt that.” He teased, pulling her back up to his chest with a chuckle.