[ He counts under his breath for a few beats and then, after a nod, he sets himself in motion. It's because of his lessons that he doesn't even have to look down or around anymore, to be aware of the distance between them, the placement of his feet, the space around them. The only reason his movements are stiff at all would be because of the clothes. Maybe next time, he'll practice with different kinds of slacks, to keep things realistic.
Once things are underway, he thinks it's safe to draw enough attention away to talk. ] How are things with you, Miranda?