"Are you alright?" he asked, taking note of her anxiety, being entirely rude and reaching out to gently take her hand, rubbing the back of it in a soothing manner as he would to calm an aggitated patient. "Do you like to dance?" he questioned, seeing her gazing back towards the hardwood floor, smiling softly.
He detested the act, but not for his lack of skills, simply too many memories of being forced to learn at the wrong end of his grandmother's switch...well, that and the fact that no one ever wanted to dance wtih him. Not to mention the fact that all the dances he knew were several centuries out of date.