He blushes and thinks about the last time he danced with someone. It was with another soldier when he was wasted. They both ended up on the floor and instantly fell asleep. The next day he had to get to a fight while his head was pounding. Not the best thing that happened to him. But it was something to remember. It's just the truth; He's a horrible dancer. "Are you sure...? I don't want to hurt you in some sort of mystical way." He chuckles softly and brushes his fingers through his hair. "I'm serious about' not being able to dance. I'm as clumsy as can be." He laughs quietly and looks at her. His eyes are still blue, unnatural bright and blue.