"There," he cleared his throat, ears turning a slight rose, "at least you look presentable now." He dropped her hand and she looked at her feet. "What?" He sighed in that exasperated manner. "I- no nothing, I'm fine." "Oh for the-" he grumbled something about women being the most passive aggressive beasts he knows, then looked me in the eye, "What is the matter?" "I don't know how to dance." I looked up at his cherry red face, "Oh. Uh..."