"No," he turned back to settling down, curling Gretel's arm more under his neck than his head, sliding his fingers through hers instead on clinging on. "I didn't dance, kept falling over my own feet."
He'd been clumsy right up until they started hunting proper, right up until puberty shook off what was left of the awkward not-quite-finished-growing. Even if he hadn't exactly grown a terrible amount. He'd been all feet and legs when they were kids, it didn't make for a terribly coordinated, awkward and anti-social walk in the park.