Patience smiled at the compliment. It was true that it did come naturally to her, never having had much in the way of lessons. She felt the rhythm of music in her bones and it compelled her to move, and that came across in her movements. "Thank you," she said, pleased. "You're far better than me. Lovely to follow."
That was not a fish for a compliment, an attempt to make him correct her. It was the truth, he was far better trained. And that in turn made her more comfortable, her movements more natural, since she was following his lead.