A smirk crossed over her lips as she watched him move, almost musical gestures in the way he moved his arms and fingers. She waited for him to move to his bed, sitting on it almost tentatively. She'd never been in his bed specifically, and it gave her a bit of a thrill.
She crossed her legs and watched the television, cocking her head to the side and studying the other woman's movements. She thought she could probably do it with practice; for a long time she'd focused her magic abilities through hand gestures and objects in a fairly intricate way, so she supposed dancing would be similar. Learning fundamentals came first, then branching out and adding one's own particular flavor.