[There's the strangest feeling that he sometimes gets around Mikleo, the one where he can't quite stop smiling or even so much as look away -- and maybe it takes a beat or two longer than needed for him to even think about responding to him at all.
And when the response comes, it's still his usual, cheerful tone... only a little quieter, less exuberant and more content. Like there's absolutely nothing else he'd rather be doing right now than trying to figure out how this dancing thing is supposed to go.]
We'll see, I guess! [And, right. He recalls the picture in one of the books they came across once, of a couple dancing, how they were positioned -- and steps closer, places one hand on Mikleo's back (that should work, right? to keep him from... drifting away while dancing??) and the other takes his hand.]
Like this, right? [He has no clue about any steps, but like he said -- they're attuned to each other's movements, so this shouldn't be much trouble. Probably.]