"I teach history, but only when I am settled in one place for an extended period of time. Otherwise I primarily make my living as an archaeologist and guest lecturer, and... babysitter, it would seem." At her words, he nodded, and dared another glance at the young man. He regretted that he did. "Indeed, he does."
As she contemplated her answer to him, he realized that he was at least partially surprised he had even broached the question. Not because she was not gorgeous, for she was. And more. It was simply that he never really envisioned himself in such a place, and doing any of the... things he saw going on around him. There was also the consideration of his nature, for outside of having a mace in his hand or pursuing one of his scholarly activities he tended to make few other joys in life, especially carefree ones such as this. But as he looked at the woman across from him, he supposed he owed himself a little fun.
When she finally spoke he could scarcely have been more amused, and he showed it by slowly looking away from her to the dance floor where his young charge was on his back spinning around in a circle with his knees tucked to his chest, before looking back with a wry grin.
"I will have you know", he said as he stood out of his stool and took her hand in his own-firmly, yet loose enough that she could slip away if she so desired-and headed to the dance floor, "that in another life I was a student of the Paris Opera Ballet school." It sounded like a bad joke, but the real laugh was the actual truth of the matter. "And you, you certainly do not appear to have two left feet to me. We can do this."
As he stood across her with people all around him, he leaned in and added, "Would it help if I spun around on my head to start?"