Maka was not sure what had come over the lord of wind, usually there was some friendly banter between the pair, each trying to get on the other's nerves. Though as she stood there trying to keep her composer, her eyes roaming over him, she realized that lately when they have had their dealings the mood had changed. There was less banter and more friendly conversation, it becoming more and more pleasant. Even becoming that though she liked to pretend she dreaded his visits, like today, a part of her had begun to long for them.<br/><br/>Running a nervous hand through her short hair she smiled lightly at him, shrugging her shoulders as if to brush off the whole thing. â€œProbably just the heat of traveling through the desert...you know messing with your head. No harm done. I will admit that dance was most...â€ her voice hitched as she sought to find a word that would convey her enjoyment yet not betray her true feelings. â€œ um...um...most....pleasant. Perhaps I will even include it in some of the celebrations that we hold here...â€ regaining some composure back as she continued on. â€œThough I dare say one demonstration would never be enough so maybe I could offer you to stay here with me?â€ then realizing how that must sound she rushed on.<br/><br/>â€œYou know as my guest. To show me the dance of your land so that I might do it just at the coming festival in a weeks time. I mean if you have other pressing matters to attend to I understand...â€ trying to not sound like she was looking forward to spending more time with him. â€œThen I could perhaps return the favor and teach you one of our dances? Just an idea...â€ her tone still calm and laid back trying so very hard to seem like it did not matter to her either way if he stayed or left.