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In Jason's mind it always made Annie sound much more cultured than him, she'd obviously had an education and a decent upbringing where teachers impressed upon their students the importance of enunciation whereas his had clearly been lacking in that department. It didn't mean they couldn't get along because obviously they were here and now, but it still highlighted to him just how different they were. Add in the fact that her idea of a good time was dancing and he was beginning to wonder if they weren't as different as chalk and cheese. Water and oil. Hopefully not the latter, that one almost implied no possible mix and the more time he spent with Annie the more time he wanted to spend with her, however he could. This might have been just a walk, time spent harmlessly and innocently in one another's company, but he would be lying if he said he didn't want more. It was like a magnet, that pull inside of him, that need to be closer to her and want to be with her. Jason didn't know how to fight that or even if he should.
With a small laugh and a shake of his head, he said, "I'm pretty sure I don't dance because I can't." Wasn't there some saying about British people and dancing? Jason was almost convinced that there was but he couldn't for the live of him remember what it was right then. Any additional response he had been about to add was cut short by the looping of her arm through his, the words dried up in his throat and his thought processes stalled like an old engine.
"You really want to go dancing?" he asked her, wondering if he ought to come up with reasons why they shouldn't. That would run the risk of disappointing her, wouldn't it? Jason didn't want to do that. "More than anything else?" Because if the answer to that question was yes then it seemed like that was what they were going to do. Because that was what Annie wanted to do. Because Jason didn't want to tell her no.