"I just love dancing," he laughed, and there was something that seemed to relax. "I can do a lot of different types, ballroom and jazz and tap," he glanced at her toes as if he seemed to think that maybe she ought to have tap shoes on those toes. She seemed like the type of person who could do tap well if she were given the opportunity to learn it, or maybe she did know it. But it was clear she liked to move to music, which was at least part of what you needed for dance - if not the whole of it.
"Probably it is," he shook his head. "I haven't had cotton candy for years and years." Really he couldn't remember the last time he'd had any. Probably he'd been quite a bit shorter, which was enough to be said about it, as it'd been a while since he'd been under five feet as a height. "Perhaps I'll have to come by," he told her, and he meant it in a way. It didn't seem like his scene normally, but then again, he didn't really know what his scene was these days. And it felt as if this was something to do. Something to get himself out of the house and meeting new people, and to be honest, she seemed so thrilled about it, it tempted him beyond what the idea itself did.