"Well, if we're being honest," he smirked. It was a mischievous one, reserved for when one is talking about their younger sister. He let the sentence drop, he wasn't intending on dragging that thought out, it was mere small talk.
He was pleasantly surprised when he didn't trip on Aasta as they moved. The last time he had danced with someone, during the winter formal at Ilvermorny his final year, her coordination was lacking and they had nearly fallen in a heap on top of each other. This, the moment that they were sharing right now, was nice.
At her mention of thanks, he smiled and leaned in so his lips were closer to her ear. "I'd rather be a source of happiness than anything else." He loosed his grip on her waist so he could twirl her around in very cliched fashion, then back to the original position so they could continue dancing. "You're doing great, darlin'."