Athena lifted an amused eyebrow at his suggestion. Presumptuous. Impertinent, some might say. Perhaps there was a little more of the old Achilles hiding away in there than he claimed.
Once on the dance floor, she turned to face him. Her hand was still clasped lightly in his, and before he could contemplate a move of his own, she adjusted the grip and placed her free hand decisively on his back, taking the position of leader.
Her mouth curved into a sharp smile. "I'm assuming you don't mind if I lead," she said, as though she were giving him a choice. Athena did not follow.