She wasn't prepared for the spin, it caught her off guard. So did the way he'd stepped up to the challenge she'd thrown down. But then, really, was it so surprising? She'd all but tossed a gauntlet at his feet and called his love-goddy powers into question. The taunt had done exactly what it should have, so Rosmerta had no one to blame but herself.
Not that she was terribly upset with the results as it was. A handsome god, flirting with her, holding her close? And a love god to boot? Oh, the horrors. How ever would she stand it? Well, she'd just have to grit her teeth and bear through it, she supposed.
Rosmerta laughed, just a little breathlessly from the sudden turn he'd given her. “No, no, no,” she chided teasingly. “That's not part of this dance at all. You're holding me too close, you're touching me too much, and your hand is in the wrong spot entirely. But it was a good spin, and there's spinning in the ländler, so that's a good start.”
She pulled away just a little bit, then reached back to move his hand towards the small of her back, she explained, “You're going to hold me here, so that you can guide me and make me move with you. Do you think you can do that? Or are you interested in a different sort of dance now?”