[Oh. Right. Dancing. Somehow it was less embarrassing with his previous version. Like flirting with the nice boy that you knew was too old for you and more importantly, knew you were too young for him. She goes a bit pink.] Ju-ust the regular sort of--not that I wouldn't want [oh she's going to go even more red] to [and run all of her words together in one rush of breath because blimy it just got difficult to breathe.] justmeanttheactualdancingthere.