Colin slid his right arm under Hazel's left, his hand on her hip.  He decided to go with a simple box step, keeping the movements slow.  "Just mirror my movements, Hazel," he murmured to her.  "That's it.  You've got it."  He gave her a smile of encouragement.  "I know the song is probably kind of old fashion for you, but I always liked the music of the 30s and 40s.  Songs with longer, more lavish lyrics than the songs of today.  I could have gone with Sinatra, but I chose the piano because it's a slower beat that's easier to keep up with."<br/><br/>It also made it easier to talk to Hazel if he wasn't competing with a singer in the background.  She was a better dancer than she'd let on.  Colin was tempted to slide into a foxtrot, but she seemed comfortable enough in the step they were doing that he decided not to.  Looking into those emerald eyes of hers, he said, "Be honest!  Aren't you glad I dragged you out onto the floor?"  He'd noticed how she watched longingly as Brock and Chance tangoed.  And unlike Errol, who Brock had suggested he dance with, he knew he'd get a more receptive dancer in Hazel.<br/><br/>He gave her hand a kiss as the song finished with a flourish.  "Very nice.  You've been underselling your talent, dear lady."<br/><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="2200" data-username="@FridayWolf13" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2200/">@FridayWolf13</a>