Skellington was bored to say the least. He hadn't been sent on any errands lately due to the cold and with picking on his sister becoming boring to him also, he was just all out bored. He hadn't seen Niro, and actually came to the bar looking for him so he could discuss the topic of learning how to fight, properly.
He wasn't expecting his mother to ask him to come over and when she grabbed his hand, he let out a strained, annoyed, groan. "Mom, really?" He didn't want to dance. And the last thing he wanted was for someone to see him dancing with his mother, in a bar that used to be a museum. But she gave him her look, the one that said 'you-better-do-as-your-told' look. He rolled his eyes as he placed his other hand on her shoulder. "There's no music mom," he snided.
"Oh shut up," Pixie replied, smacking her son's shoulder. "Now, you lead. You need to learn how to lead so you can dance with a girl you like someday."
"Mo-ther..." Skellington whined in response. Who the hell needed to learn how to dance now? Dance didn't help you hunt for food, or fight off jerks and robbers. Why did he need to learn it? But even with the thoughts in his head, he still took a step forward, to which Pixie followed. He remembered the steps from when he was younger well enough, but he was turning his head every now and then, looking to see who all was watching this little stupid, embarrassing episode between mother and son.
The two danced a simple couple's dance, something close to a waltz, but not nearly as formal. Pixie would lightly say, "Spin," and her son would roll his eyes, but follow through with spinning her out then back in, or under his arm and back again. As they danced, Pixie began humming a song she heard from a very old movie, 'Would You?' from "Singin in the Rain." Skellington recognized it from his mother having played that movie several times growing up. He wouldn't admit it, but the tune helped him with the meter of their dance, turning it into an awkward, forcable movement, into something more fluid.