“Never been more certain about anything!” Waltz said and pulled Fury onto the dance floor. The troll girl was a bit reluctant but he was a master at getting women who felt a bit out of place to enjoy themselves. His steps were simple, but his pull was strong. He had to get her body accept the fact that he was now leading her. He had quite a bit of experience with reluctant followers; It was never an easy thing for a women who was used to commanding a board room to give up control. For Waltz, even though he was the bought and paid for ‘service provider’, it was always a thrill to<em>make</em>a woman like that surrender, even if it was just for the duration of a dance.<br/><br/>With Fury, the challenge was even more impressive. She was small for a troll but, if she wanted to, he was sure that she could<em>fling</em>him across the room instead of submitting to his guidance that gently but firmly pressed her where he wanted her to go. To have that much raw strength move at his command was quite a thrill; it was like driving a souped-up sports car, only this one was living and breathing. As they moved to the beat, his touch became less that of a teacher and more that of a lover, and he could feel Fury responding. Yes, he could imagine really<em>revving</em>her engine…<br/><br/>“So, stay for another dance?” He asked her when the music faded out. Fury had worked up a sweat and her breath had accelerated a bit. She was still moving with raw strength rather than properly<em>flowing</em>with the beat, but she was certainly learning. Maybe, maybe she was even learning to enjoy herself doing it. “Or get a room?” He added with a sly smile that allowed the question to be ambiguous, leaving her the option to take him up on his offer or laugh it off as a joke.<br/>