"Can I dance? I am a Victorian woman my mother tried to groom to be a proper lady. I am able to dance to the standards of the late 19th Century. Which I hope is acceptable?"
Upon hearing the music start, a bit of a smile curved her lips. She was more one for orchestral and piano music as well as operas, but she did like Frank Sinatra's voice and his music wasn't too jarring from what she was used to hearing. She reached out and took his offered hand. "That I cannot deny. Though it has been well over a century since I last danced. So forgive if I step on your foot."