He had to look down slightly to meet Eve's eyes four inches below his, before he rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "I really don't think this is my kind of thing." The classical music was light and floating as you would expect from good musicians who knew what they were doing, but really not anything that moved him to dance.
Although the last time he had been really 'moved' to dance, it had involved mass quantities of alcohol and a dare or two. There was no reason to repeat that event. Especially as the more he weighed on the side of drunk, the more likely he was to say...trip over a set of speakers and give himself a concussion. A bit of embarrassment flashed on his face at the memory. That was something you really only needed to do once in your lifetime.