Spring: Leon and Dana
"Dana," Leon chuckled with a patient smile and took her hands that had dropped, lifting them to place behind his neck. "I said you can use your hands." He'd probably already be kissing her by then, or at the very least freely feeling how thin the fabric of her dress was against her back and thigh, but things had shifted again in his life.
Having not been professionally trained except for what Victoria had taught him, Leon understood Dana's way of dancing to be with the rhythm of the music, and not a particular style. It was the same way he had grown up dancing and the two of them moved very well together as a result.
"Thanks," Leon smiled. "I learned, you could say. My mother's people do traditional dances and there are some dances from my father's people that are so powerful that they can summon the dead." Leon sighed softly, shaking his head once. "Other than that, Victoria has taught me some of her culture's dances."