"Let's make it so," he smiled. He'd be willing - and flattered - to teach a Phoenix anything, even the pidgin tongue his father's people spoke.
"Well," Leon echoed and gave a soft laugh as she spun out, then back in, his arm wrapped back around her midsection now. "Thank you. I think it's hard not to be when I'm dancing with someone like you." He knew that her grace was the real show stopper, not his. But it was nice of her to think so.
"I should get back..." he said reluctantly after another few moments of dancing with her. "I have a, uh," Leon smirked and shook his head, "I sort of stole some of the mushrooms at the circle. Safely, I swear, in a harvest. And I have to store them or they'll dry up." That's why he came, he remembered. To get a container to keep the shrooms.
"We can start language lessons whenever you're free. I have a very open schedule," for her, anyway, he'd stop whatever he was doing.