Her brows rose when he questioned whether she was doing this right. She was the one that knew the dance, after all, so he could only be teasing her, hoping to get a rise out of her. But he had no idea who he was dealing with, and rising her ire could make her a bit of a handful. At least, that's what others had called her. Rosmerta simply felt that she was standing up for herself.
“You could hush up and wait for me to tell you how to do it,” she suggested with a smile. “I know the steps, and once I tell you, then you will know the steps as well. At least for the ländler. If we're talking about a different dance...”
She trailed off, one shoulder lifting in a half shrug. But the look on her face made it plain that she wouldn't be adverse to that plan. Of course, she was assuming that plan would lead them to an even more intimate setting, not a bunch of random spins and dips on the veranda. If she was mistaken, she would be rather disappointed. And probably dizzy.
Just to make sure that her intention wasn't missed, she shifted just a little in the stance, letting her hip brush against his. “So...”