Hot damn, thought Ollie. "Hot damn," said Ollie. He'd intentionally chosen a movelist that would show off his body, failing to realize that when it came her turn to do it, he'd be repaid for his efforts. And she'd done it rather impressively, he thought.
But then, she was a pop star, wasn't she? Made sense. They had all the choreography and... stuff. He wasn't sure; Ollie hadn't been to a concert since before she was probably born, which under normal circumstances would have made him feel like a dirty old man. Right at the moment, he was a bit distracted staring.
After picking his jaw up off the floor, he said, "You're good. Might want to focus on keeping your back straight and your kicks a bit higher." The fact that he could maintain the veneer of instructor while his athletic cup was in danger of being punctured was nothing less than a miracle.