He snorted at her comment about the game, sprinkles, and that evenings gala. He wasn't sure why she was so reserved but it couldn't possible be good for her. People were suppose to step outside of themselves. It just wasn't living if you stayed all wrapped up in yourself. You missed half the experience.
"Luckily for you, I do," he responded, a genuine smile on his lips and his hand still out, waiting for hers. "Every one else will be too focused on themselves to even worry about the fact that you can't." Hell, he knew and he didn't really care. Half the people who thought they could dance actually couldn't, so he was sure she wasn't going to be the only one out there who couldn't. "Trust me, at least in this."